Ok guys Monday it is. Yay. Good. Brill. Made it. Again. Would be terrible if I went to bed on Sunday and woke up on Tuesday. What a waste of a Monday. It isn’t as if I’m hibernating or owt. Did stick the heating on in the shed for an hour or so yesterday evening whilst I was watching more ww2 documentaries on the tube. Heating and a fridge = not having to hibernate. If grizzly bears had a fridge to keep them going in their caves through the winter they would probably spend the time doing something more productive than sleeping. Knitting for example. No, I’m only joking. Jigsaws. Philosophising.
Over the weekend I assembled all the hawaiian shirts in my possession for moving into hibernation for the winter. Except for the Tropical Trefbash one which I’ve only just remembered is in the wardrobe. That can stay there. I do need to sort through these shirts as some of them are waaay past their best including quite a few Tommy Bahama numbers which have seen good service over the years. I have a shirt spree in mind for the spring. Not sure what sort of shirt yet. Plenty of time to research that over the long winter months ahead. In the shed.
When I bought a shirt from Chesters to wear for Hannah’s wedding the bloke in the shop mentioned that he got a stock of flowery shirts in for the summer. Not sure that flowery is where I’m gonna be. Maybe the time of loud shirts has passed. So yesterday. Maybe simplicity is the way forward. Like I said I have the winter to mull it over. The long winter.
Because I could I asked Gemini to write the next paragraph for me:
“On Sunday evening, I finally managed to finish a book I’d started reading quite a while ago. It was a thriller, one of those where you think you have it all figured out, and then the last few chapters pull the rug out from under you. Definitely a good read for a cold, dark evening. It’s rare I get to finish a book these days, so that was a minor victory. Now to find a new one to start before the truly deep winter sets in. I’ve got a few lined up, mostly historical fiction, which seems appropriate for the shed, somehow.”
Gemini clearly doesn’t know me. I don’t think I want Gemini to know me well enough to have written a paragraph I’d be satisfied with. Most of my stuff is random drivel that just appears on the page. I know not whence it came.