I'm at my computer a little early today; Marilyn is watching a Youtube video featuring a young woman called Brogan. I'm reasonably forgiving about TV 'personalities' but Brogan brings out the worst in me. She has a gormless husband called Benji ... but I can't write any more; I feel my blood pressure rising.
It's Probus tomorrow so I have to put together a Financial Report. How do I get myself into these things?
On a happier not; it's a beautiful day her in Longford. I've already done the watering and will probably head outside with my book to enjoy the sunshine. Jamie has dropped off a couple of forms for us to apply for a Postal Vote in the election. He doesn't want us to be bothered lining up, but I've read the criteria and we don't seem to fit; in prison, fear for your safety, religious beliefs, patient in hospital, due to give birth? No, none of the above. Now, if they had too lazy to line up, we might be OK.
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