Last of the lates and don’t think the value is going too well, sales are though. Glimmer 3 and it’s tempus fugit and all that jazz.
A playful day off. First up a wee lie in, then a trip to Wigan to fetch the bike and pop the council tax dosh into the bank. Clearly the Nationwide has only recently reopened because I score a free tote bag. Turns out useful because I’ve not dressed for the cycle and it goes onto the back rack with the lock in it. Prior to that though breakfast at the Station Cafe.
Train back to Bryn, visit the quacks to fetch a bloods form and pots for C to piss in. Back to the house and play with a playful Elsie.
C arrives home, we both have a shower and it’s best bib and tucker for Joe and Margaret’s Diamond Wedding Anniversary up at Aspull British Legion. Bee App gives us the route. C not happy at the walk to the Legion. Celebration is fun and good to catch up with folk.
C still crook, had a rough nights sleep, get up manage to trip the fuses with the toaster, make coffee and that at least offers a moment of rest. Sort out the fuses, and C comes downstairs to tell me off. Nip to the shop for water for C and job’s a good ‘un. Slowly sort the roast after a sarnie for lunch.
Roast was appalling.
OK and I’m running late. Grab coffee and sarnies and take photo of a sign I saw the other day that made me laugh out loud, people are so feral. Day went better than the last couple.
Saturday and another day off. Lie in it’s nice! Then off to get Greg the bear shrink wrapped. We go via the ATM and follow the shrink wrapping with a coffee. Nip back home and drop the bear off. Meet C at Lidl and shop. Back home for a bacon sarnie.
Afternoon and it’s a trip to the Turkish barbers. Pint and home.
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.
Back home and the plan is cook a lasagne for tomorrow, gammon and chips for tonight.
Day two of lates and a sneaky HBB. Value is shite. Absoulutely knackered.
Bus day.
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.
Curry night, a Punjabi Tomato Curry with Chicken, rice and Naan. Slow cook and caramalise some onions. Also bake some fruit scones. Wee shop with C earlier and swift pint. Pump up the bike tyres in anticipation of tomorrow’s cycle to work.
C tidy’s upstairs as I cook.
Friday and I’m given a list. But first its time to sort the panniers on the bike in daylight. Discover I’d put them on back to front. Relatively easy to sort. Pop in the bike locks and job’s a good’un.
Onto the list. First off I am sent to the doctors to fetch blood forms, pots to piss in and to rearrange the time of the telephone consult. Then to book a bloods appointment, ring the people concerned only to discover I have to book it online. So online I go. Next a trip to the post office to send Christine’s birthday card.
Next to sorting the pedals on the bike. Much easier than I thought it’d be.
