Marilyn is getting ready for her regular Tuesday activity - meeting up with her usual group for Craft and, perhaps, a game of Bingo. I'm staying home, hoping my new chair will arrive. It's not that I'm desperately in need of it but, when I buy something, I like to have it. It's goes against my idea of how thig should be to have to wait until some impersonal company tries to get its act together.
Looking out the window, I can see that it's a typical winter's day here; the sky is grey and there's a bit of a breeze. I'm glad it's Marilyn going out and not me.
I've just been instructed to make some coffee so I shall move on.
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