Sunday. We didn’t make the most of our day off tho’. As usual, we slept late, then up to the Dairy to collect provisions. And so, as usual, a great rush to have breakfast cooked, eaten, + cleared away in time to go + watch football on the telly. Val got a bit ratty with me for hurrying her along (unnecessarily, as it turned out) but I do loathe being late for things. A totally wasted afternoon, it was. The football was dull, + we were too lethargic to move after it had finished. So we just sat there, like a couple of cauliflowers. At 4, Val was nabbed to help out in the kitchen, so shortly after I popped back to get changed, + then returned to work. Ho hum.
Well, what am I supposed to say about that? Hardly the most exciting of days, or posts. Inevitable, really, that if we are going through a working week, then a day of somnolence at the end is pretty inevitable. Though I did go to work as well… but that was hardly memorable, as I barely mention it.
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