Monday, traditionally slower than other days, this day was no exception,. Why is it that i’m so tired after sleeping all the way through like a massive baby, not having to wee, and yet I’m exhausted, mainly in the mornings, I used to be good at the early morning stuff, seems i’m becoming sensitive and sensible in my old age. Came back from Manchester and refused to go up to the pub for the quiz, relaxed in the dirty sex pond, read some, chatted some, got out, towelled down and turned the temperature down, to save a few quid. This weekend my son’s going to a party (16th) there will be drink and girls, ands he’s expecting to slide back in amongst the potentially slime holding water, so poured in the chemicals, changed the filter and see what happens.  

I made it out at about midday today, which is poor, did some work, bought some logs, kindling and washing powder, walked the dog, spoke to someone about adopting dogs from Cyprus which is where “His Bennyship” is from, then tramped around the muddy fields. Cooked a curry, did some more work, drank some liquorice and peppermint tea from a  terracotta cup, wrote this and read a few pages of my book (I’m extrapolating you understand) This is what a boring day I have had today, not at all what you might call  dynamic unless delaying the “Hello Fresh” meal by a night while I made a curry with left over Sunday lunch stuff counts… 

Maybe tomorrow will be slightly more entertaining.