 I feel happy! Alert the media. Well, I suppose I am alerting The Meeja (as it known in some parts of Kent) by blogging about it. Or at least, alerting a medium.
The cause of my happiness? Retail therapy. A new pair of boots. And a new Gillian Welch CD. Possibly? Then there was making toast at a real fire with my beloved and his son. Definitely.
I'm having a perfect November afternoon. After toast and marmite I rested for half an hour listening to an impossibly young Richard Briers in some comedy drama from the late sixties or early seventies. Got up slightly refreshed, put my new CD on and sat down at my laptop. It is dark and raining but I feel warm and cosy. Just five more minutes before I get on with the dinner, or maybe ten.
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I feel happy! Alert the media. Well, I suppose I am alerting The Meeja (as it known in some parts of Kent) by blogging about it. Or at least, alerting a medium.
The cause of my happiness? Retail therapy. A new pair of boots. And a new Gillian Welch CD. Possibly? Then there was making toast at a real fire with my beloved and his son. Definitely.
I'm having a perfect November afternoon. After toast and marmite I rested for half an hour listening to an impossibly young Richard Briers in some comedy drama from the late sixties or early seventies. Got up slightly refreshed, put my new CD on and sat down at my laptop. It is dark and raining but I feel warm and cosy. Just five more minutes before I get on with the dinner, or maybe ten.