Well you know I watered the garden two nights on the run. I get up thsi morning and its raining.
At this point I’m damp but I’m tryin gthe back carriage for a change like yesterday.
And its queit today.
Its not a metro story but
an M&S advert.
Do they know what they have managed to prodcue here?
Work is heavey
So many things to do.
And then on the way home more wettnes.
As the train comes I notice that it has had a new turbo fitted.
I don’t very much anyone else noticed.
At the other end it was still hammering it down.
And by the looks of it
it had been doing so for some time.
Me I was saturated.
Wet and yukky.
I get out of my wet clothes
and look over the garden of wetness and consider what to do for the night now that I’m damp, damp, damp.
I get out my open top car and go to Tesco’s. I could do with a lettuce.
But manily I went for some clothes.
I ask the girl at the check first if I could use all the vouchers in one go. That wouldn’t be a problem and them got what I could. She scanned them in, and then the ones that didn’t work got scanned in again.
And so £60 quids worth of clothes for £30.
I hope these fit.
A set of shirts for work and
a couple of pairs of jeans for my ever expanding waist line!
So as of tommorrow nice new shirts to wear.
Then suddenly I have the urge to get the hammer out.
and before you know it I’ve added some more nails to the wail.
Somewhere to keep my pans at last. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?