There is a young boy in our bathroom this morning who is being paid
£50 in used bank notes. So he’s tax dodging obviously but he’s bringing our
flushing mechanism into the 21st Century, so it should be worth it.
L is impressed anyway, ‘the loo is beautiful’ she proclaims in a
huge overstatement. We are now the proud owners of a flush with no overflow,
which are old hat (apparently). Unfortunately it’s not to be used by ham fisted
children or men. So neither Daughter nor I are allowed to use it.
After work I visit the pool, it was about time, and do 70
lengths.
Friday night in, of course, but with no World Cup football
as it’s a rest day. So just wafting fields of wheat, bottles of Leffe and
perhaps Top of The Pops. The dogs will be expecting a takeaway but they’ll
be disappointed as I’m cooking. They’ll bark the delivery man off anyway, even
if he doesn’t exist.
(Friday 27th June)
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