Friday, 27th March 2020.
I really need to get my anger in check.
Saturday, 28th March 2020.
What goes around, comes around. I appear to have become my dad and have started asking everyone what they want for dinner at 11.30am.
I think I’m making chicken escalopes.
On the upside, money worries are less for a little while as I’ve sorted something out.
Before you ask, it wasn’t illegal.
My tasks for today are:
- Buy bread.
- Lay mouse traps.
- Make chicken escalopes.
Sunday, 29th March 2020.
I had to save the chicken for today as it wasn’t defrosted. Apart from that, tasks achieved.
Tuesday, 31st March 2020.
Fitting skirting boards, drinking lager and eating gherkins is the order of the day.
I’ve also emptied Carter’s under-stairs cupboard.
Not out of spite. She asked me too.
I’ll be fucked if I’m helping with the sort and return.
Last night,……I mean yesterday, I watched the entire season of Pennyworth. It only took 9 or 10 hours.
It was well worth it. Very enjoyable. It’s on Amazon Prime.
The dude who plays Alfred has the best “Michael Caine” voice and Paloma Faith is fucking excellent(you have to watch the whole thing. She just gets better).
I’ve had to order a Chinese. I’m just so sick of trying to think of what to make for dinner.
PS. I think I’ve gone mad. I sat and stared at a pizza cooking for 17 minutes at lunchtime.
I have a massive soft spot for the next album. A lot of emotional attachment from the past and present.