Saturday, 6th July 2019.
I’ve just eaten a couple of stale crumpets. It all started out well but quickly became unpalatable.
It’s a disappointing start to a Saturday.
I hadn’t really planned past yesterdays debauchment so I’m at a loose end.
Right. Motivation. Motivation. Motivation?
I could have predicted it really. I got bored. Drank a beer. Ate half a BLT. Did some washing and moved some plant pots around for Carter.
Sunday, 7th July 2019.
I struggled to find anything to hold my interest so I watched Stranger Things 3.
It was OK. I think Billy should have made the effort to service all the poolside milfs before he became a vessel for the mind flayer.
I don’t know where carter is. I woke up and found this:
She has been dieting. So, this might be all that is left.
I’ve been napping and dreaming.