Today shows no improvement in the energy department. I've just noticed Seven Brides for Seven Brothers is on the telly, only I'm too lazy to watch it; I'll read the Sunday papers instead and steel myself for my 782nd viewing of Oliver at 4pm - "Consider yourself at home, dum de dum Part of the Furniture". Mr Smith just scowls.
I podded some of my excellent broad beans and my naughty little dog ate all the bean pods and was then violently sick in the sitting room. The splodge has now turned blue and looks like we've upset ink on the carpet. Sometimes I don't love him as much as he loves bean pods.
Tomorrow I feel a change of mood coming on. Keep on reading because it can never be as boring as this ever again. I promise!
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