Tales From The Crypt - Tuesday 25th January 2022
When a man is tired of cake, he is tired of life, or something like that. (With apologies to Dr Samuel Johnson)
That four letter word beginning with 'w' and ending 'k' dominates the day. Worse still it does seem to be having a detrimental effect on my eyesight, if not my palms.
A plan for the week is currently emerging: take car to garage early tomorrow to get AdBlue topped up, and maybe hopefully get the tyres checked and replaced while they're at it. ('The Dog, The Dog...'); Thursday will be final Talking Therapies counselling session, a sort of 'mopping up' exercise (see earlier! (Only kidding!)) with Friday assigned to collecting my latest batch of meds.
Unfortunately the earliest eye appointment I can get is the 9th February but at least it's in the diary.
Sea Bass for dinner cooked by son #2 with some help from me, though I eat alone and watch the end of the programme about Billy Connolly, trying to avoid choking to death whilst laughing and eating.
The usual end is in sight - thank God for net curtains! À bientôt!
Lime Garden / 'Like Clockwork' / (Single)
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