10K run through the city, I had booked the Sunday off, Kev wasn't so lucky as they couldn't spare him. Rubbish really as they'd have to manage if he was sick, but there you go. He stood a better chance of getting there than me. I would have slowed him down. Ian dropped him in town as Charlotte was in too, so he was in town for 7.30am. He then had to walk up to two stops up from Victoria Centre. He managed to grab some breakfast at Maccy's ( the large 24 hour one) before getting the 58.
I stayed in bed until gone 8, Willow and I snuggled down, because as soon as Kev had gone she padded her way into the bedroom and jumped up on my knee for cuddles.
Once up, I put a hair mask on, had breakfast, fed Willow, cuddled her for a bit, then set to and washed the pots. I showered off the hair mask, got dressed and had a craft session making cards. I'd had some Cocktail dies recently and I wanted to play with those. The chair by the way is so much better than it was. I now know why it made so much noise before.
Then I made some lunch for me and gave Willow a bit more fuss, washed what I'd used then got out a new jigsaw and began separating the edge pieces out, we finished the gothic novels one on Friday, so that will now be broken down and get donated at a charity shop next time we pass one. After doing that, I sat and read, I'm actually reading a physical book, one we found cheap at a TKMAXX in paperback. It's The Strange Case of Mr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. I knew the story like most people having seen the black and white movie years ago. And a few stage versions, but had never read the book. As we all know the book is always much better, so I'm immersed in that. It's a good test to read a classic too, as obviously the language is a bit more archaic than modern novels. It is beautifully written, and takes me back to my school days skulking in the school or public library avoiding the bullies. I think I learned more from them than in any lesson. My love of reading was my saviour in many aspects. When I started working taking a book in for breaks and buggering off to the graveyard in the Market Square when it was nice enough was how I got through my days. When the weather was bad I would tuck myself on the comfy chairs in the canteen and lose myself for my lunch hour. It wasn't a friendly place at the best of times, and although I made a few friends along the way, perhaps three have come on my journey in life with me. Burton was a very insular town and for anyone different very isolating. I'm sure it's different now, but I am not going back to find out!
Before I knew it, Kev was home and we eat, caught up with each other's respective days, and once Charlotte was round settled down to watch the Pottery Throw Down final. James won, but at least unlike last year it wasn't as cut and dried. They managed to all do a good job of the final challenge. I actually thought Steve's amphora was better than James and nothing was broken or cracked on his, but the second challenge coming third was what scuppered it for him. I do still love watching it though, and Sunday nights won't be the same without it.
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