15th May, 2019.
Life is … odd, sometimes.
Really.
I’ve …
No, that’s possibly not the direction to go in, now is it … ?
Life … ? Is what it is: odd, or otherwise.
At any rate … ?
At any rate, I had my nephew over, last week.
As a result … ?
SOMEONE mentioned to Grandma that Uncle’s Paul’s flat’s a bit mucky.
Which meant — if nothing else — making an effort to tidy the place seemed in order.
I’ve done the wall mounted cupboards.
Emptied them out, cleaned any surfaces that need cleaning, got rid of anything with a pre-war* sell-by date, what have you.
Jude possibly won’t be impressed, either way.
At least, not until Antman and the Wasp turns up with pizza.
At least, not until Antman and the Wasp turns up with pizza.
I, on the other hand?
I’ve got a vague sense of achievement out of the job: plus more room in my cupboards.
And a conundrum or two.
Where did all the teacups — with matching saucers — come from?
And …
Where the hell did I get the plate with the cheesy 70s style cow from … ?
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At any rate … ?
The job situation is …
Well, still ongoing.
Jude’s not here, until tomorrow.
Frankly?
Believe it or not? I fancied a documentary.
Believe it or not? I fancied a documentary.
Given I’ve always taken an interest in technology, and that an old friend that suggested it?
VHS Massacre: Cult Films and the Decline of Physical Media seemed a good thing …
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