Consequently, I got up and crept downstairs for a mug of tea and two ginger biscuits. I have the television on but the sound is turned off. Game wardens in Africa are craning an elephant on to a flat bed truck. I wonder where they are taking her? It must be for her own good.
Now she is coming off the truck. She has been heavily sedated. Now she is waking up in a big steel truck. It's like a prison cell on wheels. Maybe I will never know where she was going because the wildlife programme has switched to a parallel story about penguins on the South African coast. Are there any black people in Africa? This programme suggests not. All the humans in the camera's gaze are earnest whites.
We put up our Christmas tree yesterday and then Shirley decorated it as I absorbed the day's football results. My beloved Hull City lost at home to Shrewsbury Town and defeat always causes my mood to plunge . She remembered that I like green tinsel. As the tree stands almost eight feet off the hallway floor she had to ask me to plonk our fairy on the topmost branch.
Soon after completing this challenging manly task I ordered a meal from our favourite Chinese takeaway - the "New Hing Lung" on Abbeydale Road. I have been going there for over twenty years. During the pandemic their business has doubled in popularity and waiting times have grown. I drove over to collect at six thirty but found myself waiting an extra half hour. I won't be ordering at the weekend again. Still the order was as tasty and wholesome as it has always been. Chicken chow mein, chicken foo yung, sweet and sour chicken, chicken chop suey and egg fried rice - all for thirteen pounds. Incredible value.
It's now six fifteen. I should climb the hairy mountain once more - back to bed to seek sleep's replenishing embrace. However, I am conscious I might disturb my wife of thirty nine years so perhaps I will wait a while longer.
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