Yes-highlight of Monday is the bin-men collecting our rubbish, but today is a bank holiday, so no collection. No post either. So off to supermarket. Weather not very good, skies grey, skin elasticity - no great improvement. I notice whisker in nostril and am seized with horror. Grab tweezers and try to grasp whisker, but proves remarkably resilient. Eventually get some purchase and yank. Eeeek! How painful is that? However whisker gone, but am glum as will almost certainly grow back. Will have to invest in rotary nasal trimmer next.
Home after shopping trip, laden with sweet gooey things and as a nod to healthy eating, one bag of rocket, washed so it says, in Spring Water. Two makes no comment on my driving today, apart from the inevitable Sucking In of Breath when the car in front brakes. I hope his air-bag deploys one day, that should silence him temporarily. I decide to phone my sister, and do so. About a minute into our conversation I hear her flushing the loo. She says I caught her in the middle of something. This does nothing to alleviate my depression. We watch Deal or no Deal where everyone is dressed up as characters from Alice in Wonderland. This depresses me further.
I have found some blogs I would like to follow, and have done so. So far, the only person following me seems to be me. I don't know quite how this happened. Think I shall have shower now and moisturise my gnarled bits.
Sorry to be so negative today. Perhaps tomorrow when the bin-men come I shall feel better. I was talking to Two this afternoon about something inconsequential, when he suddenly looks at me with an expression that reminds me of the March Hare. And not the Johnny Depp version.
Hey ho.
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