I
slept reasonably well but woke in the small hours needing the loo. I came back
to bed to find no space whatsoever. Eventually I secured a few inches along the
edge and dozed fitfully in between nightmares about Martin opening a café for
space aliens over the road, and “My Boy TM” choosing to
identify as a six year old pirate, dressing himself in an old curtain and
brandishing a rusty bread knife at the normal people.
I
gave up trying to sleep and thought I might get some more paint onto the fence.
I would have done had it not been raining hard. The weather forecasters are
rubbish, but today they got it right.
I
made toast and peered into the Internet. Not a lot was going on really, which
was probably a good thing. I had an email from the power company saying that
the price of power was going down, but there was no mention of my monthly
payments going down though.
I
had a quick Munz from the comfort of the sofa, wrote up some CPD, then took the dogs
for a walk. The idea was a quick circuit of the park. We got a quarter of the
way to the park and were soaked. The rain was that annoyingly deceptive fine
rain which doesn’t look to be much but gets you wringing wet in seconds.
Once home we towelled the dogs off, and I made the most of
the rain water by sweeping the yard and front garden.
After a little while spent fussing the dogs “er indoors TM”
sent me shopping. Aldi was surprisingly busy this morning. Apart from substituting
carrots for parsnips I got all I was sent to get.
“My
Boy TM” and Cheryl came round, We had a rather good dinner
scoffing far too much and putting the world to rights. The fourth can of London
Pride and the fifth helping of pudding was perhaps a tad too much though…
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