A thirteen hour spread of governor stuff. Hmm. Still, I arrived home after 9 pm to find that the Sage had cooked my dinner and that there was still half a bottle of wine in the fridge, so I've cheered up nicely again. I'm passing over details of today, if that's okay with you.
Wink and the Bod were due to leave for a holiday yesterday - the plane must have flown or I'd have heard, but I trust they get back again on time. The Bod's bro is looking after their mum for a week, and Wink's office can manage similarly without her, but they're both vital after that.
It's still jolly cold. When the sun is out, you can be forgiven for the delusion that it's warm, but it's not true. My tomato plants are looking unhappy and haven't grown in a week. There was a heavy frost last night.
Ooh, Yagnub is on television Right Now. The Lady - the figure of Justice from the Buttercross - has just been put back in place after restoration, and there was a ceremony to unveil her this morning. The Sage and Al watched - the Mayor and the Town Crier and everyone were there. She does look beautiful.
Someone engaged me in conversation yesterday on the subject of addiction. I gave it some thought and decided that it's not something that has ever happened to me. Maybe I've just got a short attention span?
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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Why is it so freezing cold of late? I thought it was just me but apparently not so. It's weird.
Ooh, Yagnub is on television Right Now.
Am I missing something?
Non comprendo.
My tomato plants are still growing, but very slowly. I will certainly have far more than I and my family can use though, so will be able to supply Al with some if required. Will try to remember to buy some labels while I'm in the city today.
Mummy Mr BW got right to the departure lounge before being told she wasn't going to see her friends in Spain yesterday.
It is far too cold for my liking.
Sorry, Gledwood. I don't make a secret of where I live, which is near a small town - I just reverse its name so that mentioning it doesn't come up in search engines. The central market place has an edifice which has been recently restored and it came up on the local news last night.
It's the town's Street Market on Sunday - I hope the weather will perk up enough to start selling plants by then.
One can see why the airlines want people to be there in case the planes fly, but what an awful waste of her time and energy. How disappointing.
Not addicted to the wine then Z..?
I am, the thought of having a pepsi max with my supper...yuk
I can give it up any time I want to, Sarah *hic*
Actually, I did, before my operation - went to one glass a night for a week, nothing for a fortnight and one glass a night for the next week - thus proving I could both cut down and stop. Terribly boring though. I drank water.
Ooh, new pic!
O yeah! I used to know someone from there!
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