This isn’t a Rose, its a Lemon tree. that came in the post yesterday too.
I was thinking of getting the 6:50am train. But then didn’t get out of bed sharp enough.
So the 7:20am train it is.
Which I make it
to the station on time for.
There is a whole new bunch of people here, non want to talk though.
On the train I discover via the Metro that Prince has joined the one way club.
In only the manner Prince could.
And the Queen is celebrating her 90th Birthday.
I wait for train two.
which is going to take a while, so I get out my book.
and enjoy it for a while.
When I arrive at work, they are all in the canteen already. I order the full Monty. I wasn’t going to have a full Monty,
but I did.
I post a letter, that may change someones life and get on with work until
dinner time. We go out, get some chips and eat them in the park. We know how to live.
At Walsall I get off the train and as I do I get a text. OOooo I think as i read it. And then get on with getting my dad a birthday card. And whilst in Walsall I take the opportunity to head to Wilkos.
Where they had some Roses for £1 each. They don’t look well mind.
But if I can get them to grow, perhaps these Roses will look as good as on the packet.
I sit on the train two and relax, pondering what to do tonight.
As it happens I sit down with a cup of tea, relax and enjoy dreaming about Roses and how they my grow and look truly wonderful in the garden.
Nice toes but then that is probably just a dream.