I felt a bit grim when I
woke this morning; a bit chesty. Let's hope it passes. I don't like
being under the weather.
Over a spot of brekkie I
did the astro club's account. Quite healthy really. Then I did my own
accounts which could be a lot worse. Whilst I was at it I cleared out
my letter rack; finding quite a bit of stuff I should have dealt with
weeks ago. Oh well...
With very little else
planned for the day we went up to the town. After all, the rain was
rather excessive; too heavy to really do much else. Whilst parking I
met someone I've not seen for years; someone with whom I attended a
management course about fifteen years ago. We chatted for a few
minutes, then set off bargain hunting. I got a nice box for excess
lego, and several cheap bits for the evening. Whilst shopping we met
quite a few friends who also seemed to be at a loose end.
We then popped to the
bank to deposit over a hundred quid. Again I've slipped up; not
thinking to embezzle it until it's safely in the account. And then on
to Matalan where I got new trousers and T shirts in the half price
sale. I needed new trousers. My favourite pair had become far too
baggy and I'd ripped the arse out of then some weeks ago, but that
hadn't stop me wearing them constantly. I was amazed by the attitude
of the till staff in Matalan; as I was paying, the woman at the next
till looked at the size of the queue and loudly and sarcastically
remarked how it must be good to have time off during the week. I let
it pass; perhaps I should have complained.
Home for lunch. I had
planned on taking Furry Face for a walk in the afternoon, but the
rain had got so bad that he wouldn't even go into the garden. So with
little else to do I ironed shirts and then slept in front of the
telly until the Bat arrived.
Once he was here we all
piled into the Batmobile and set off to Folkestone for the
traditional New Year's Eve gathering. Twenty of us met up and had a
great time. Maria had put on a wonderful buffet, and I for one
stuffed myself silly. We played the dice game for the silly things
we'd bought from the pound shop earlier. Things got quite
competitive for a broken tablet PC and some chocolate frogs. And
a mankini was won. And modelled.
Grapes at midnight; I
slept through a comedian on the telly, and home at 2.30am to find
Furry Face had disgraced himself on the kitchen floor...
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