Ziki (but no leaks)

I checked out where Roses lived on my phone, and was able to park at the end of the road.  I recognised the house by the rebuilt (by Dave) wall, and was able to greet Boy by name when he opened the door, because I've seen it on Facebook.  There's no room for secrecy, where Z is concerned.  Although, to be fair, Roses had told me her address and invited me for lunch.

And lunch, plus coffee, lasted for over three hours.  If you've met her, you'll know that she's fabulous company, and if you haven't, don't lose any opportunity.  I had so much fun, and thank you very much, Roses darling xxx

If I had any sense at all, I would be doing some work now, because it would save me having to explain not having yet done it by tomorrow lunchtime.  Hm.  The jury is genuinely out, at present.  It doesn't help that I need to borrow the Sage's laptop to do it, because there's a programme I have to use that I haven't got on my computer.  I suppose that I could do everything else, and get it all ready to go, and finalise it in the morning.  I could.  I might, indeed, although this is the third day that I haven't glanced at the newspapers.

It's slightly worrying, that I never seem to do one thing - that is, it's not unusual to be listening to the radio or music, using the computer, using the phone to check emails or Facebook or play a game (if a website takes a while to load with our slow Broadband, I do something else while I'm waiting), whilst I've got a newspaper or book open.  But thinking about it, I've never *just* watched television, but read at the same time, and indignantly denied that I'm not fully engaged with both.

Gosh.  The Sage bought a pie at the bakery.  I omitted to mention that I had pudding at lunchtime, but accepted a small piece - he was going to give me a quarter, but I took half of that.  I've just observed him polishing off the last piece.  He never puts on a pound either.  Infuriating.