Apart from listening to the Archers, which we do every Sunday, the next few hours were spent sticking Local Conservative News papers through post boxes. This was a first for me, I was doing it for my husband who is standing for the Council elections in May. It felt weird going up peoples private paths but I didn't see a soul so feel I got away with it lightly.
I was dying for a bloody pee and once or twice was tempted to find a secluded bush. Thank god there was a pub at the end of one of the routes.
I think I am getting ever so slightly addicted to 'scratch cards' on the National Lottery web site. I have done it 3 times this week and about 5 times a session. This is worrying.
Still no idea what pension I will be getting. The NHS works at a snails pace when it comes to important things, like MY BLOODY MONEY!!!
Unwrapped my 5 Dicksonian fern trees today in the garden, this guarantees there will be a frost in the next few days. Me, a pessimist? noooooooo!