I try not to book anything into my diary on the day following night shift.
I’m not in a place to really be sociable or to be able to concentrate .
It’s a mooch day
A sleep followed by a tidy of the cottage which strangely always looks as though a bombs hit it after three nights on duty.
I walk the dogs, sleep until midday then go to the supermarket for provisions .
I’m here now, nursing a strong coffee in the cafe after following the store detective whilst he was tracking an offender.
I get a lot of sad vicarious excitement at doing this, as I am in tune with his non verbals and know when he’s sussed a shoplifter.
Today it was a skinny, well dressed young man trying to slip vodka into a backpack
Soon, when covid is less of a worry to all I can return to my shopping trolley game
You know, the one where I sneak arbitrary and very odd items of interest into the shopping trolley of someone I know.
My best “ attack” on record was with Gaynor The Mad Organist , a victim who was unaware that I sneaked two packets of tampons, a large box of Brillo pads, some budgie seed and a large pomegranate into her trolley by the time she got to the check out.
It’s cold and very blustery today.
My laburnum sapling is holding up in the Churchyard though
I went to check on her earlier.
The village was quiet and pretty deserted save for the ‘effin man who is banging away fixing the porch roof on the new build behind the cottage.
He has little regard for bothering his neighbours and the noise woke me early
I’m tired and somewhat irritated and ignored him when I got up to shop.
Best to keep my mouth shut especially when I’m tired.
This afternoon and evening will be more mooching.
Internet, saved documentaries on the iPad to watch, blog reading and and messaging friends
I’m having Korean curry for supper, a frozen portion found at the back of the freezer washed down with three quarters of a bottle of Chablis, a gift left wrapped in a Jiffy bag , I’m presuming by Trellis on Thursday.
Well I’m presuming it’s her as she’s the only person who leaves me the odd bottle of something with one large glass taken out from it
I cant read post nights so will watch tv and some old films and maybe phone a couple of friends
The cold is affecting Albert today.
He’s limping more than usual.
I set up the fan heater in my office and put a cushion in front of it. That’s where he lying with his hip facing the warmth.
I don’t feel very interesting today
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