I had a worse night than usual; and that is
saying something. I woke at silly o’clock feeling ill, and didn’t get any
better as the night wore on. I finally gave up trying to sleep and was watching
telly at 5am.
I was walking my dog by 7.30am; I was so
bored. It was a very cold morning. We went through the town centre as I had a
parcel to collect. I took “Furry Face TM “ into the
collection office with me; there were no signs saying I couldn’t. And with dog
walked we came home again where I spent an hour or so doing laundry and
homework.
The plan had been to do something of a road
trip today, but I wasn’t feeling one hundred per cent, and as I was debating
whether or not to stick with the road trip plan the phone beeped. Cheryl had a
driving lesson planned and Lacey was off school with the same lurgy I seem to
have. Would I sit with her during the driving lesson? Of course! Fudge and I
wnet round, and whilst driving lessons got driven, Lacey and I watched movies.
“Thumbelina” and “The Cat in the Hat”. And after two
movies we had bacon sarnies. Very tasty.
I then came home and spent an hour or so
attacking the ironing whilst watching a documentary about John Le Mesurier. I’m
basically a nosey person, and I do like biographies. And with the ironing done
the Rear Admiral arrived and we set off to Folkestone where we met Steve at the
Firkin for a pint of ale. It was a very nice pint, so we were cheeky and had
another. And another.
Things got very vague…
No comments:
Post a Comment