Hell its too nice a day. This is not good. Not good at all. What we need is clouds, and lots of them, threatening ones. So we have a walk to Aston Park, with chips and kebab meat, the diet is going well still, and my ear anoyingly buzzing away like it has done all morning.
I call the Hearing Aid Consultants, feel a fool about loosing it and get a form, which I duly fill out arrange payment and send off.
Back at home, my mom and dad are there, I pack my bag, the car, and then my brother turns up. We get in said car, and head south, there is no traffic? Where are the cars? Where is everyone else?
We zoom zoom.
As it gets dark I open the flaps up.
And eventually we arrive at our destination…….