Been shopping with Two who has developed a serious obsession with bed-linen. Bought himself new duvet and searched diligently for a yellow sheet in order to colour co-ordinate his bed. Mercifully yellow is not a colour favoured by sheet manufacturers, and I left him to it. Only tat left in sales, so came home empty-handed apart from 4 DVDs. Is now Sunday morning, very dark, windy, and heavy rainfall predicted for this afternoon. Ho hum. Went to pub last night, which was deserted apart from a few game old baby boomers doing the Shadows Walk to music from CD player. Very sad. Think pub possibly in trouble. No live entertainment Saturday night, and general air of Glumness. Thought briefly of offering services as Poet in Residence, but feel would not appeal to regulars. Two has to go to doctors tomorrow for blood test results. They are leaving no stone unturned to discover cause of Great Itch. Think Two possibly hypochondriac as spends ever more time at doctors collecting ever more prescriptions. Is at moment putting myriad medications into pill dispenser, which he quite enjoys.
Heard alarming story last night from Geoff who lives in large isolated house nearby. Had mouse in toaster, which had evidently been there for some time judging by amount of droppings in tray. Regretfully have to report that Geoff emptied tray of droppings and carried on using toaster. Felt slightly sick when told this. Note to self: should ever be invited to Geoff's house again, refuse any offer of hot buttered toast.
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