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[NickFitz]

Just popped over to Sainsbury's Local to get my last ever free carrier bag. Sic transit gloria mundi

[Alias]

[zeitghost]

Morning all.



so far as I am currently aware, ZeitPater is still in the land of the semi-living, poor old sod.

Ho fecking hum.

[zeitghost]

The Fall of the Greenhouse of Usher?

Quite possibly.

It was never rebuilt.

[zeitghost]

Nice sunny day. Still in my PJs - really should get dressed...

Farking grey grey and more fecking grey in glorious South Wales.

Afternoon denizens

Sunny here too

The weather app is predicting rain tomorrow. That'll be happening because I'm driving down to London. Sorry about that

Having listened to the forecast, I nearly passed out wearing my water proofs on the way to the station this morning.

4 drops of rain so far.

More forecast for later.

[zeitghost]

Been working since 8am. My lovely big sis has cooked me dinner and bought me wine

I cooked a sunday roast (beef) for ZeitSis and me.

It was very nice.

Though the lack of swede was a bit disappointing.

I shall purchase same on the way home this evening.

[zeitghost]

I had the remains of Wednesday's lamb stew for tea yesterday.

This means I'm farting like a good 'un this morning.

Tea this evening should be the fish I defrosted on Thursday evening & never got to have for tea on Friday.

Should be really choice by now, despite being in the fridge.

We shall see.

[mudskipper]

Lie-in this morning.

Funeral 1 of 3 today -(younger) friend of mother's who had MND. Nasty illness, that one. Didn't know the chap, but I know his wife a bit and mum would have wanted to go to the funeral, so I'll consider it a warm up event.

[FiveTimes]

Morning

[zeitghost]

Lie-in this morning.

Funeral 1 of 3 today -(younger) friend of mother's who had MND. Nasty illness, that one. Didn't know the chap, but I know his wife a bit and mum would have wanted to go to the funeral, so I'll consider it a warm up event.

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The chap who owned the garage that does my MOTs died of that earlier in the year, poor sod.

A nasty way to die.