Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes!

Bank job! No, not my past raising it’s ugly head, nor is it a euphemism. It was actually an appointment with Barclays to open an account! Bugger! I’m fully back on the grid now. House, vehicle now bank account. I have tried for ages to stay off it, but I suppose I could be found by face booking me lol. Anyway, the lovely young chap (I sound old but………) he WAS 12, but it was the way he kept calling me sir! It was nice, but it wasn’t right from someone younger and in a position such as his. Needless to say, he gave me the account and was very pleasant indeed. Barclays seem cooooool (for now)

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Apart from the day starting on a high (meditation and coffee (sorry, no tea this morning)) it was somehow red hot too, I sweated, I mean literally sweated on my walk to me dads (although I think it may have had something to do with the police helicopter buzzing overhead. (The last place helicopters did that, everyone knew someone was going to bite the bull it (literally))) there must have been six police vans criss crossing the lanes and streets n and around Katherine street today, also a couple of beat coppers plodding about. Whoever they were after, I hope they got them otherwise the constabulary have wasted a whole load of taxpayers money.

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Trip out with me dad (why don’t parents get to the point and just ask their kids if they want to go out) so I drove (I’m not sure if my insurance covers me, I don’t think it does actually) so there I was driving around trying to find a car park close enough to a little cafe he likes so the old man didn’t have to walk more than 2 metres, it was a struggle, but we got there in the end. Although he did nearly fall over the curb! (Like big bloody kids we were) Two hours with me dad having lunch and looking for mobility scooters (just in case) flew by like ten years!!!! No it didn’t really, it was good to get him out (although he refuses to get on the back of me bike) I must admit, the prices of these important means of transport for old folk range enormously from £300 to £3000, and NO sanctions from the government for them.

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I just had to put that in because it was the first sausage sandwich I’ve had this year. Cumberland pork and leek with fried onions on a seeded batch loaf AND brown sauce. It was lovely and I couldn’t have asked for better today. This afternoon has afforded me the pleasure of tidying up my disgracefully trashed house. When I say trashed, I mean two pairs of shoes and my bike helmet needed put away properly. With the prospect of a Friday night indoors, I really needed to wash my hair, but the televisual treat of Bridget Jones’s Diary just drew me in. So guys and girls, if you have the time, spend it with the ones you love, if you have the moves, dance wildly with the ones you love, if you have the jokes, tell them to the ones you love and if you have smile, show it to the ones you love x


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