The diary is looking worryingly blank. Today has only one appointment, and I am just getting showered to go on that when I get a text saying J can't make it. I'm not that bothered I'd rather do it tomorrow and at least have two appointments then.
So another day of interperving? No,I set my sights on getting something done, and spend the whole day sorting out the mess in the mezzanine above the garage room.
What a pile of junk. Thousands and thousands of books. However did we come to buy them all, and what percentage ever got read.
Hundreds of old videos. We could sell them at a car boot sale? Could we. The technology is now totally obsolete. As someone pointed out on tele recently those of our age have lived through an entire technology. I find all my old cassettes for God's sake. They don't even make cars with cassettes in them anymore, and I think production of the actual tapes ceased a couple of years ago. There are reel to reel tapes too. I'd love to have a listen to those! Imove crap around, trying to tidy it up and generally succeed. I even manage to get some of it thrown away. Another bike ride is continually in the back of my mind. Again it stays there, and it shouldn't because today the scales said 14/0.
H comes home with crusty bloody rolls, and I greedily pile on a great chunk of butter. This doesn't help you know. And of course in the evening it's back to the Curry Centre. Apparently Mushy is working there on a Friday night, but I keep missing him due to my desertion to the Bombay Knights.
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