12th April, 2024.
Right … Friday … … …
And … ?
I hate tins!
I had a pie I got from a local food bank, a few days ago: and seriously fancied it for dinner, last night.
Could I get the lid of the tin off?
Could I heck!
I hate right-handed tin openers!
~≈🥫≈~
Oh … and I officially have to head to town, today.
I have a screw, loose.
In the right arm of my glasses: and, as such?
It’s going to need tightening!
Yes: I know what the adverts say.
“You should’ve gone to Specsavers.”
Except, of course, I did!
~≈🧑🏻🏫≈~
