Good day Bloggets. Well whilst my very brave Husband has
gone to our busy town, I’m here chatting to you after putting a load of washing
in the machine and refilling the dishwasher. I’ve just vacuumed the floors and
now waiting for the return of the terrific twosome. I just hope our Little
Fella hasn’t done a whopping doggy doodle in the middle of the town.
Hub is so brave. I will never understand how he does what he
does. He says he gets anxious but not like me at the thought of falling or
getting run over, but just by getting lost. And how on earth does he find his
way around our town? If you knew it you would understand. There are hardly any steps,
which are a great thing, but, if no steps, how do we know where we are? If we
are taught a route where you go down a step cross then on the up turn right,
and so on, but if flat all the way, how do you know when to turn? Also there
are loads of tourists. Well, normal shoppers go to where they need to be and go
in the shop. Tourists stop and look up to the tall buildings so not seeing what
is coming towards them. I have told you before, I have taken quite a few
tourists out in my time and I’m not talking on a date. Haha. Sending them off
their feet but hey, made a fun picture?
Hub has got to do a few jobs but one of them is to pick up
his watch. I bought him a Bradley watch last year for Christmas stunning can’t
fault the brand or design but the battery needed changing and it cost £20 for
that plesure. I mean, I hope that won’t be the cost next time? They said
because the screw looked warn. Hmm. It was brand new as I said… Never mind yet
another pain about not being able to see. You go where you know rather than
shop around.
Teen got in from his, well; I can’t say night out, so time
out at four in the morning. As I opened the front door after receiving a text
telling me he would be home in one, I asked one minute, or one hour, he
replied, I’m here. So I guess he meant one minute! He walked in carrying a cool
drink of coke and a bag of chicken bites…. So, is that supper, breakfast, or
what?
OOooooo I hear the key in the door. Great few I can breathe
now he’s home. Kettle will need to go on laters gators. X
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