It was poring down this morning when I was waiting for Ian, the nice man who gives me a lift to work.
I was soaked when I got in.
Nearly time for a cup of tea!
I'm of to the Red Lion* shortly for a quick pseudo beer with Bob, who retired at the end of last year. It's a pseudo beer because it'll be orange juice. I can't drink alcohol at lunchtimes any more.
* Assuming Mick and I can find the pub!
I've just eaten a Marathon. Yum.
It was going to be a Cherry Muffin, but I decided to be a good boy.
So, I was supposed to behave on the food front today. (In no way was this a new year's resolution, I've never made one and never plan to).
I only had a sandwich at lunch-time because of going to the pub. Now I'm hungry. The up-shot of this is probably a visit to the dirty kebab house near the B&B for tea.
Oh well, never mind.