Up at eight this morning. This isn’t news, particularly. Sometimes I get up a lot earlier, sometimes a little later though not much. Usually what triggers it “is thought for the day” coming on the wireless which is usually on at around twelve minutes to the hour so eight is comparatively late, but only a bit 🙂 None of it matters. It is a Thursday. Time moves on. Time to move on.
Breakfast this morning is a bacon sandwich made with one piece of bacon because that’s all we have in the fridge. Don’t worry there is more in the freezer. Phew eh? I sometimes buy a wodge of bacon and divvy it up into two slice portions for the freezer. Easy enough to dig out when needed and no need to defrost really.
Not thought as far as lunch yet but THG and I do have an arrangement to meet aged friend Phillip in the Waitrose caff at eleven so might have a stroll around the aisles and see what I can pick up fresh from the market innit. Not knowing what I’m having for lunch isn’t a big deal really. It’s called not planning ahead. Living life on the edge.
I tend to plan holidays well in advance. Next August we are off to France for 2 ½ weeks. I’ve booked the ferry crossings and one week long stay in a farmhouse somewhere but nothing else as yet. Ordinarily I’d get this nailed soon but I’m half tempted to not book anywhere and see what happens when we just rock up on the day. Needs a bit of thought. If it’s peak season that might be easier said than done. I booked the farm over a year ahead as good places tend to sell out early and we have specific family size needs.
Thursdays are the most relaxed of weekdays in our house. No weight lifting classes booked etc. I didn’t walk to Tesco yesterday but I might do that today instead.
On the hip front I sense that having got over the first two weeks things are definitely starting to move ahead. Sleeping still not good due to the lying on the back thing but there is general progress. Won’t be long till I’m back walking properly.
No fox news, front or back. Wonder where it’s got to for fox sake?
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Action packed day. Had my socks and stockings put on at around nine thirty, as you do, and left for Waitrose at ten fifteen. I’ve just discovered they now sell Carlos 1 Spanish brandy. One of my faves. I actually prefer Spanish brandy to the French variety. Well ok if you want to spend a lorra dosh then a Hennessy XO and its ilk are v nice but the Spanish stuff gets very good at much lower price points. V mellow, man. Forgot to get beer in for the weekend though. THG is off there tomorrow so she can top up the stocks.
Then had an appointment with the dentist. Ostensibly just to repair a small chunk of filling that had come out. When I got there he removed a big chunk of filling and took an xray. Soz Tref he says. If it was me I’d be looking at an implant. Hmm. Parked the decis until February. Let’s get Christmas out of the way first.
Anyway this is a long way of getting to saying that I’m home now and back in the shed and can’t really be bothered to do anything. Any suggestions?