Today is Shrove Thursday. I am planning to eat as many pancakes as I can or until the batter runs out. The latter scenario would simply be bad planning. There had been a run on Jiff lemon juice at Waitrose so I bought some fresh lemons which is probs better anyway. I also bought some President butter.
Yesterday, Valentines Day, the milkman came at four oh eight ey am. Deliveries have been sporadic during my absence over the past fortnight and were not being recorded. Normal service, if there is such a thing, is about to resume.
Dropped off to sleep during the snooker last night. This was partly because I was tired from travelling and partly because Wildthing swang by the shed late afternoon and accepted my offer of a gin and tonic. It isn’t the done thing to let a pal drink on his own so I had one two.
I am now home and appear now to have a lot of stuff to crack on with, none of which involves writing a hit West End musical which I have been meaning to get on with for the last year or more. It all comes to he who waits, maybs.