Well officially I had a hospital appointment. Unofficially I tried to get post into the mail. I failed. Why? Because the big post office didn’t have any envelopes! What sort of Post Office runs out of envelopes? So I called angelhands from the White Horse and asked her to buy some envelopes.
I was also unable to go to my own house as my mum was doing her voluntary house keeping thing where twice a month she comes round hides tidies up important left out things, polishes the wooden flooring and whinges about how untidy we are puts the washing on. So from the White Horse I jumped a bus (£1 to go 5 stops! ffs!!) to the Waiting Room pub in Hunts Cross as they have a beer garden.
Sat in the Waiting Room beer garden and slowly cooked.
Shortly after returning home to a tidy, mum free house, angelhands arrived. Laden with envelopes. Previously used ones.
We bumbled about a bit. Then after watching Super Size Me went to bed feeling fat.
So CD’s & stuff are postward today.
The Compostual Existentialist 