The thing with high-tech is that you always end up using scissors - David Hockney
Welcome to my Breaking Up From Work Thursday 🍭
Out of the house I go.
I parked in the nearby car park.
Got my winter coat and summer coat on.
&
Waterproof boots.
Off I went to turn on my light and collect my newspaper on the way back.
Swapped my newspaper for my big stick.
Let's hope it is better than yesterday!
Oh dear, I was wrong!
One woman car driver assumed the traffic in front of her would keep going. They all stopped, and she stopped in the Keep Clear space!
I had to walk in front of her car to cross the kids over. She did say sorry!
The X19 bus had to slam its brakes on or it would have hit my big stick via its windscreen!
Our daily parker parked on the double yellow lines again.
Finished in one piece.
Back home I go.
Wrote yesterday's blog post.
Got in the recycling bins.
Liquid lunch time.
Then to do the final shift of the week.
&
Sat down, waiting for my friend to received sandwich.
(I waved to a fellow Councillor who was sat in his car, looking at me!)
I got to see a friend who is having Chemo at the moment and is having a bad time with it.
(I later learned that someone who went to the same Gingerbread club in the late 1990s, and dated one of my ex-boyfriends was sat at the back of the coffee shop, starring at me!)
Nice display at the front of the flower shop.
Great film I found.
I said goodbye to everyone and went to turn on my lights.
I swapped my bargains for my big stick.
I wished my friend a good Half Term Holiday.
I was enjoying the rays....
The low lying sun was causing a few problems.
At least the cars were stopping on my side of the road.
My other friend appeared at the end of my shift.
He had been to the Aladdin's Cave again,
Where I went last Monday.
We arranged to meet up next week for a yak, coffee and visit of the Charity shop.
Wished him a good weekend.
Off home I go.
With some more Bond to sing along with.
Cup of brew time.
Hubby came home and sloppy wet one 💋
We had a nice Pasta Tea.
Looked into today's newspaper.
Caught up with the Hotel Inspector.
Sleep Tea Time.
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