The pollen effect hasn’t been so bothersome today, at least, not to me. So I’ve made up for the sleep loss by double napping–late morning and late afternoon.
Dolly is disgusted. She does a really good disgusted. I’m so glad to have been of service.
Like the gennelman he is, Graham yielded on the coffee table and went off to find something from the same period but much more to my taste. Then he discovered that the best quote for carting it down to Wales from Leeds is in the region of £60. ”I’m not paying that,” he said. ”Time for Plan B.”
“Great!” I said. ”What’s Plan B, then?”
“I don’t know yet, but it’ll be a really good one when I work it out.”
“Of course. Aren’t they all?”
And then I made a nice pot of tea.
The postman brought two packets of inkjet ink for my HP printer/scanner/copier. I left them temptingly on the top of the printer, hoping that Graham might rise to the challenge; he’s better at these things than me.
So now I have multi-coloured ink stains on my hands. Quite artistic, really.
And now, the afternoon done and evening well on the way, I’m going to pour myself a glass of sauvignon blanc (cheap white wine from Chilé, whaddya fink, I’m some kind of millionaire or summink?) and go watch TV. We settled on re-watching the complete set of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, one episode each day. That’ll take us into late Autumn, I reckon. Ghoulies, and ghosties, and sharp-fanged children of the night…
