Sunday, March 29, 2015

Two Loaves


I get up at some point, go down stairs and find my brother watching the Grand Prix. I used to be a dedicated follower but then it left the BBC and it also got tediously boring anyway. As I look outside its looking miserable. However this may get all those seeds going perhaps?


I cook up a wonderful breakfast, Although it was meant to be more sandwhich based, most of the bread was mouldy, so what I had I toasted.


What we ended up with was slightly late breakfast of succulent thick pig skin, gently baked to perfection, smoothed in pan fried fresh tomatoes and button sliced mushrooms, encased in light white toasted bread, completed with a garnish of two crisp on the outside Lancashire sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms, with a delightfully delicate and wonderful chilli sauce. Oh yum


Les came round a bit later, he was full of the joys of knowing I wanted to fill his car and go to the tip. Every body loves a trip to the tip.


We get the carpet, that was now very damp, or just plain wet and then wet into the garage.


We got the sofa out, smashed it up and then put that in the car too.


Shortly after closing the boot and sitting in the car we both looked at each, er what is that smell. That smell was the old carpet, something I had got rid of bt now wet once more it stank of Yuk. We arrive at the tip.


And go to the area you tip at. We throw the carpet into the big bin and watch as a contractor is putting better quality underlay in than I have. Its a sad world.


On the bright side of life though, this tip has a shop! the Reuse shop where you can buy rubbish!


They have a collection of items outside.


And some more inside. Inside though isn’t pleasant due to the smell. I say to Les “your birthday is soon and this place is filling me with ideas”. Inparticular the pink rocking unicorn.


Now I asked if he minded going to Asda so I could get some fresh unmoldy bread. He said yes, and then I said, how about we go to Aldi instead.


The term I only went in for two loaves soon disappeared. It wasn’t helped by the fact they had grow bags, and I wanted grow bags, so I got a trolley. It started filling. Have mooched at everything, I so wanted a water butt. But didn’t take the opportunity.


We bumped into the lady I catch the train with, have a quick natter and then head home. We had throw in the trolley some Easter eggs, but they weren’t for next weekend.


We so said Les.


We played GTAV on the PS4 and slowly the money is adding up. Whilst we have been out my brother has done a good job.


Les checks out Facebook and reports Alan has the answer. oooo.


Well I’ve never heard of Datteln, and so look it up. I don’t know whats there, but its reachable in 8 and half hours. The mind ponders, an adventure, a reason to climb a tree maybe?


It is though time to do the heist, the final fling, the job, the get away.


And once I’d had enough of that I started gardening. It wasn’t so bed outside anymore.


so I planted all my seeds for indoors. Would they live, would they, I doubt it but I’ll try.


Following that I head to my parents for tea.


I checked to see if I could play GTAV on the PS3 there, but it looked like my dad hadn’t played since I left home and there was a considerably amount of updating to be done before the game would start.


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