Thank goodness a neighbour's spire high tree was shedding its pale pink blossom today because it left my dishevelled lawn blanketed in beauty. And by jolly jingo did I need Beauty.
Mum was being a pain and....
Terry The Talkative plumber came...
He twiddled and talked and talked and twiddled. But did the job famously. Leaving with a unfunny joke about old boilers he also smacked his calling card into my hand telling me NOT to use it to pay for groceries!



I was run ragged by a sad listless mum consequently making a pigs ear of a batch of wholewheat rolls. I hate wasted flour and time. She twigged my mood asking "What's up Ang?"
I fibbed by murmuring something about sleeplessness and the meaning of life. She bought it.

Mr H. didn't escape my wrath/philosophy either, he managed, God knows how, to lose a *book I'd just bought. Won't bore you with pointless details suffice to say I was so sad/livid I sank into the kitchen armchair refusing to eat/cook/ talk.

So ants-in-pants did I feel today that I ended up ditching perfect pork chops in favour of a lacklustre Chinese Take Away.

Now THAT'S what I call depression!

But tomorrow will soon be here so I'd better run along to meet it...
Night Night
zzzzzzz

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*Schott's Food and Drink Miscellany