Just What The Doc Ordered.

Just having a quick five minute sit down before I make a Tea-Bread.
Went to charity shop and was grabbed by the vases by a jolly talkative volunteer. When he saw what was in my arms; small rose embossed glass bowl, a grubby old 8 inch plastic Santa and a thick 10 inch Frankincense candle he made a merry quip about getting it all in for Christmas. I smiled weakly and sneezed over him. That shut him up.
Popped into Somerfields. Got bottle of seasonal bleach, whatever that is, and a piece of rump steak with a reduced sticker stuck on it. I'm happy:)
Now Tea Bread, curtains and glass of Port. Medicinal.

Night Night Everybody

Well I say! The knight coming along my drive was a boy intent on trying to sell me a new............DRIVEWAY!
The cheek of it.
As if I need a new driveway.
I do actually, my current one looks a bit, how shall I put it...er....sad? Yes indeedy, it definitely needs something doing to it. Something like removing it or something. But I'll be the one who decides when it needs doing and I'll be the one who telephones a paving specialist, I do not want young lads ringing my bell and offering the best deal in the world on fancy new colourful bricks.

The cheesecake is currently resting in the refrigerator on top of a box of eggs, it looks a bit dull, but after I've smothered it with glazed strawberries tomorrow, it'll look smashing.
Decided against the marinating of Chicken breasts, will have a Tuna sandwich instead.

Things to do this evening:

Record 'America's Got Talent'.
Search cupboard for poetry anthology, I know it's here somewhere..
Drink milk without a care in the world.
Worry about the army of recycling bins which are taking over my back garden. I'm thinking Dr Who or something....
Try to get Monty into his pyjamas by eight. He's been playing up a bit lately, refusing to wear his jimjams and refusing to lie down with his torn mouse mate before ten. Must be a phase he's going through.
Will scramble under cupboards and under Monty's observation looking for a lost ear ring.
Will lavish extraordinary coconut oil on my ordinary failing knees.
Stretch my creaking frame into hideous positions because I'm into Yoga again.
At five and twenty to nine I'll watch my favourite spooky film 'Dead of Night' with a gin and Hobnob.
After eleven I'll tiptoe around my spiritually uplifting garden hoping for poetical inspiration and to get the washing in.

Thank You and Goodnight.