I get up and desnott. Where is it all coming from?
The stuff coming out of my lungs isn’t pleasant and its like being sick when I caugh.
I look in the bathroom cupboard. I’m going to swig some of this.
Well we will see what it does.
Well for tea last night I ate a good portionof load, and this morning I’m having loaf.
Load with clover that is. Love Films has come, goody.
Looking into my garden cheers me up.
I’m wearing my black jacket as its now light. and feel oh so…
Sat at Walsall I get to see a very very long goods train. I’m so sad, that such things excite me!
I can feel the snott running down the inside of my nose. Adn inside my nose it is burning.
I open the Metro.
And while it is sad news, the story is written in a very warming way.
I go home and I can’t get back quick enough, even though I dawdling.
I get home and see I have a post card. It cheers me up no end.
Although I’m not sure what Alan and Zoe are trying to tell me on the back of it. And what does U.T.N. stand for? U Tossa Nack comes to mind. Really? ahhh Uncle Travling Nack. Well I can’t quiet make out if the are having a good time? Am I going to receive all these other post cards that are mentioned.
With that I have toasted loaf and beans for tea, as thats what I really really fancy.
And feeling completly whacked I go to bed afterwards hoping I will feel better for tommorrow, as I’ve promised I’d take my mom out.