Absent minded

I am eating Garibaldi biscuits and I don’t care who knows it. I am pretending that they are squashed Eccles Cakes.

I slept well last night, but not so well that getting up this morning wasn’t a chore and I really didn’t wake up properly until I physically left the house. My state of alertness is exemplified by the fact that I took my water bottle out of my rucksack, filled it, screwed the cap back on, dried it off and stood it on the work surface before leaving without it. I was preoccupied by the fact that the council tax bill has arrived, jointly addressed to both Furtle and myself. Despite spelling the names correctly, we are both, apparently, Mister. She’s a strange boy, God love her. On the plus side, we don’t appear to be due to pay anything until August, so that should help with the cash flow.

The folks were not at home when I tried calling them yesterday. I wanted to know if they had seen any Little Green Men since the Sun headline yesterday was all about UFOs over Tern Hill Joint Services Camp near Market Drayton, Shropshire. That’s only eight or so miles away from their house in Wem.

My sister did phone me this morning to talk about something else, but we didn’t have time to talk about alien invasions. She didn’t mention it, so she either did not see anything or has been replaced by a pod, which is equally likely.

I suppose I better do some work.

Absent minded

I am eating Garibaldi biscuits and I don’t care who knows it. I am pretending that they are squashed Eccles Cakes.

I slept well last night, but not so well that getting up this morning wasn’t a chore and I really didn’t wake up properly until I physically left the house. My state of alertness is exemplified by the fact that I took my water bottle out of my rucksack, filled it, screwed the cap back on, dried it off and stood it on the work surface before leaving without it. I was preoccupied by the fact that the council tax bill has arrived, jointly addressed to both Furtle and myself. Despite spelling the names correctly, we are both, apparently, Mister. She’s a strange boy, God love her. On the plus side, we don’t appear to be due to pay anything until August, so that should help with the cash flow.

The folks were not at home when I tried calling them yesterday. I wanted to know if they had seen any Little Green Men since the Sun headline yesterday was all about UFOs over Tern Hill Joint Services Camp near Market Drayton, Shropshire. That’s only eight or so miles away from their house in Wem.

My sister did phone me this morning to talk about something else, but we didn’t have time to talk about alien invasions. She didn’t mention it, so she either did not see anything or has been replaced by a pod, which is equally likely.

I suppose I better do some work.