Sunday, 4 September 2022

The long dark tea-time of the soul.

Saturday.
I got up before Kev went as I was awake, after doing all my regular stuff and spilling half my breakfast over my new pj's! Clumsy or what? I hand washed them and hung them out to dry. I made breakfast again ( toast this time, lol) and then set too and played with the new stamps The Scarecrow and Unraveled, I've nicknamed them Bert and Ernie. Chatting to Karen as I did so, which helps both of us feel a bit less lonely. I shall miss that actually when I head back to work. 
I watched Tim's live showing the distress pencils until Kev got home and then he put the cricket on, it was the 100 final and Trent Rockets won barely, nearly throwing it away at the last minute like last year. 
Charlotte nipped round for a coffee and a chat, so she had to suffer the cricket bless her. At least the 100 like 20/20 isn't like watching a test match which is as bad as watching paint dry, or for Kev watching Tim Holtz colouring in a background... lol

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