The kitchen is clean, thats how I left it last night before going to bed.
The banana plant isn’t happy.
He is lonely. No one told me when I brought it it needed some friends. But then there was no friends to buy in the shop. He was the last one. They are also very perticular about temperature changes. They just don’t like it.
The garden looks great I thought as I look outside, all down to Rog.
While I wait for my ride I order a new filter for the Bissel. Would appear this model is scarce. Looks like it got replaced a long time ago.
One can only wander if it had the same effect of this person.
Looks like they were living in here. Perhaps they have moved tot he travel Lodge.
A while later we are here again.
Always a nice place to be.
Many useful hours later and with a look or worry on my face, we leave to sit in a traffic queue.
I get dropped off at Walsall station. Not because I want to catch the train, but because 2 weeks have gone by fast and my glasses are ready.
So I can see clearly now.
Very clearly. But I’m not sure what has been made better? Would someone like to advise us.
So on the train I sit and consider that I’m going to have to stay in this weekend, and possibly the next and possibly forever to pay the credit card bill for these. Just when I was getting it back in shape.
I might be able to see clearly from my living room window and thats about all.
As I caught a train that got me to Cannock for 4:30pm I found the shops open. I browsed the plant store and got me a grape vine for a quid.
A kiwi plant for two quid and
one of these for a quid.
When home I suddenly have an urge. I move the furniture in the last bedroom and
get out the plaster.
This is it then and off I work.
Notably though the ready mix plaster has gone off. Its been in the cupboard too long!
A while later there is a mess.
A while later I’m cleaning the floor up.
Well this is going to be such a dam good improvement.
And with that I get changed and admire these new glasses.
Yep I like them, they were worth the money.
oh and look at that, one of the begonias has flowered.
In celebration of getting off my arse I cook pasta and get out a brew. An Alan’s 40th Birthday Mooch Brew.
He wasn’t wrong when he said it was lively. Nearly as lively as Champers.
And with that I eat and drink by candle light……..