11th March Senses
Back into work today and value is shite but a cheeky £90 addline rescues things a tad. Feeling knackered. Day started well with an arsehole parked in front of the gate so I couldn’t get the bike out.
- Russell St. Bombings – Russel St. Bombings
- The Stroppies – The Stroppies
- The Stroppies – ENTROPY and OTHER FIRST HAND FAVOURITES
- The Stroppies – It’s A Hit!
- The Maharajas – You Can’t Beat Youth
- The Maharajas – Yesterday Always Knew
- The Maharajas – In Pure Spite
- The Maharajas – A Third Opinion
- The Maharajas – h-minor
- The Maharajas – Unrelated Statements
- The Higher State – Your Casting Doubt b/w X-Ray Day
- The Higher State – (Consider It) A Debt Repaid b/w In A World That Just Don’t Care
- The Higher State – In The Morning I Will Roam b/w Winter Is Blue
- The Higher State – Ten Clear Petals b/w Dark Night Of The Soul
- The Higher State – You Might Find Out b/w Come Winter Rain
- The Higher State – Codeine b/w Clouds Of Doubt
Monday and I’m despatched to deliver the piss to the GPs. Hazel is due to suffer the final indignity, it only hurts if you get your fingers caught between the bricks. Brief shop in Aldi and then onto the laundrette. My cunning plan of coffee, music and book is interrupted by building work at the garage. Plan B from Planet 57 swings into action and it’s a sausage barm and coffee from the sandwich shop.
Lazy start to another day off, not up till 9.40’ish. Wander into Wigan with C who is looking for shoes. First port of call is the market where she deems the shoes too frumpy. A brief coffee as I scarf the rest of my tabs. Then into the Grand Arcade. Shoezone (no wide fit), Clarks (too frumpy) fail to provide. In desperation it’s Schuh and we find some Doc Marten’s she loves, Klarna makes them affordable.
3rd shift of lates, uninspiring am knackered. Nipped to Lidl with a list and cook the most uninspiring meal. C not happy at the dishes in the sink, in my defence nothing to do with me, S and R dishes.
Day two of lates and a sneaky HBB. Value is shite. Absoulutely knackered.
1st of the lates and I’m struggling. Thank gawd for Kawa’s. Still struggle with a late start, too early to do much, too late to not do something.
Sunday and I’m in… at least there is Pizza. Phone the boy and Mum as usual, watch the Throw Down and Call the Midwife. More importantly home to meal cooked by C including dumplings. Love ’em!
