I think I am fated not to
get a good night's sleep. Following on from noisy parked cars and
phones going flat, this morning the bin men were going for it at full
blare. I gave up trying to sleep, and once the washing was on the
line I went up to town. As I arrived I suspected the worst - there
was a particularly vociferous harridan shrieking about "it's a
circus". But I never saw any clowns or animals or anything
remotely circoid.
I popped into Wilkos to
get the makings of my next load of cheap beer. It looked to me like
they hadn't re-stocked for a while. I do hope they aren't getting out
of the home-brew market. They are twelve quid cheaper than the
home-brew shop.
As I came home I saw the
mobile phone shop was doing my new phone for a fiver cheaper per
month than what I was paying. I wasn't keen on that idea, so I went
in to whinge. It turned out that they were doing the cheaper deal on
a much cheaper package; so I wasn't too miffed.
Home; where I put the
word out about Sunday's psychic fair (where I will be flogging
paintings), and I applied for a few jobs. An agency phoned me
about another possible opening. Here's hoping. And then I put a pan
of water on to get my home brew going and I played "Bubble Witch
Saga" for ten minutes. I went to check on my beer only to find
I'd turned on the wrong hotplate. So I put things right, wandered off
for another ten minutes and came back to find that I'd again turned
on a different wrong hotplate. Oh how I laughed.
Eventually I got the beer
sorted. I've thrown an orange in with it: I liked the orange in the
beer I had last weekend. I'm hoping that this will turn out well.
Time will tell. It usually does. I then spent the rest of the
afternoon alternating between silly computer games and dozing. A
waste of a day, really...
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