Just pottered around for the rest of yesterday feeling tired from hangover and mornings activities and achey and still fluey from cold or virus, basically just waiting to go back to bed again. Seemed a shame to waste such a lovely sunny day as well especially as we don't really know how many more we'll have at this time of year.
My garden really needs doing although its hard to get motivated at the moment. I want to buy some pansies and nice stuff to brighten it all up for the winter months ahead.
Met Jayne for a quick coffee and mooch around the shops and the normal post Friday night discussion. Apparently Yasmin had been in touch but never once asked about what Jayne did on Friday!! Does she think Jayne just sits happily at home when Yasmin does not deign her with her company or maybe she knows Jayne goes out and is fine about it.
Went for a walk with Jayne which is always nice although what with the autumn coming on now there really won't be many more walks like this to do. The sky was glorious pink at sunset. We had to start walking at six in order to have enough time to walk before dark...I hate the winter and its long dark days and endless nights and cold. Other people love it and I wonder if I should try and re think my approach to winter, look for the good bits rather than moan about the bad stuff.
Went to bed very early and slept well till about half five so thats good. Had a lay in and listened to the Archers, text Mr V and sent him one of the videos and am currently trying to lure him to meet with the promise of the other video thats too big to send. I know he is in and out of work all day today so he may be able to get a moment to meet me but then again he may not. I still have in my mind that he is still seeing old barage balloon but what I have to think is that he meets me because he wants to not because he has to so thats good enough for me.
Urgh I can hear quote unquote tune playing on the radio and I need to get to shops and stuff and start my Sunday of mooching and time wasting and cooking and stuff.
Sees you laters.
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