I’m still eating croissants that I brought Thursday night. So not quiet so the healthy breakfast I have. I’m doing real good at avoid corn type based cereals.
I read my book in my usual spot.
And then on the train I read with interest.
At work something amazing happens. I don’t even have to moan. It truly was a low loader hiab! I take the number for the rare beast.
At home I have a craving for something simple.
ooooo it looks so nice too.
I look up, I see the box my dad has left me. He’s been to B&Q then. I havn’t rushed to open it, as I already know what is inside.
Oh yeah, a man sized towel rail. If nothing else it will be good to warm my body up against and give myself burn marks like I’ve been grilled.
And with that I go to bed.
So comfy so snug.
If only I could turn that bloody noise off from inside my head. arrgggggggg.