With all the excitment of yesterday I didn’t notice that a post card had come. A post card of a post box.
I’m not sure what the post card says, but its says something like this postcard was posted in this postbox.
My dad comes round with the bits I need.
A new modern flush unit is installed in the system.
The level are sorted.
The connections remade.
The new sealing donut made tight.
And we test. Look no leaks.
Yeah thats great.
The bathroom is tidied up.
And then I go hunting for breakfast.
A Sunday morning wander around the garden.
Yep the pond is going to look good.
I need to sort out the fountain though.
I’m sure Buddha agrees.
Even the bamboo is growing well.
And with that it is time to pack and leave.
Sometime later I’m in Stockport.
We play some PS4 before heading out for tea.
Desicsions on where to go take a while, well not where to go, but where it is acceptable to wear a tracksuit. Eventually we find somehere that wants us.
I am a Nando’s virgin. But not anymore. And its not quite what I expected. Out of all of it, I just don’t get the ordering system? Why of why do you have to go and order, why is it not just taken from you at the table. Your shown to your table? so why not order at the table? Beats me.
For my tea I have chicken. It is spiced with hot sauce. Although in reality I’d rather of had 20 chicken wings.
Once back I have an early night. I’m going to need it.