I found myself waking
feeling very refreshed after what seemed like a good night's sleep.
But I suspected the worst when I realised it was still dark outside.
I looked at the clock: 1.20am. I'd slept for about two hours. And
that was pretty much it for the night. I dozed fitfully, but never
got more than another ten minutes continuous sleep.
After what seemed like an
eternity I got up, did my morning round, and put on a fleece to go to
work. There is something fundamentally wrong about wearing a fleece
in July. There is also something fundamentally wrong about having
spent every day in July looking at the rain. The weather is
definitely broken. I wonder if it can be fixed?
Work was work. On the way home I stopped off to get some petrol. In retrospect I should have got a car which runs on diesel and saved a small fortune. In retrospect I would have done a lot of things differently; had I known how things were going to turn out. I suppose I'm not alone in that respect.
Here's
a sign of the times: an increasing number of families are staying
at home and not going to any touristy-type attractions any more. The
reason? Cost. It's not cheap to go out these days. I can remember
taking the god-children to the zoo a few years ago. I'd (naively)
budgeted spending forty quid for the day which would be a trip to the
zoo, ice creams and McDonalds afterwards. It cost forty five quid
just to get into the zoo.
And people wonder why my
family holiday is a long weekend in a tent in a field.
After such a good weekend
today was rather dull. Mind you I did smile when I saw the two time
travelling phone boxes that I've used for today's piccie....
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