As I said in my previous post I went to Tesco on Monday. Tash asked me to get her a lettuce and I came back with a cabbage. She said I did it on purpose because I hate buying vegetables, but it was an innocent mistake.
“No difference between them anyway”, I said, but apparently there is.
“If that’s what you think you must be stupid”, I was told.
So I said, “I must be stupid then”. That was the end of the conversation.

In order to make up for the situation I went downstairs and put Tash’s washing on for her. I then folded up her dry washing off the clothes horse and put them away in her cupboard. No one can stay mad at me.

Doing this task put me in a sorting out my clothes mood, and I went through my wardrobe and fished out some of my old clothes for the charity shop. I have two bags of clothing in the back of my car now, ready for drop off. My wardrobe is much more spacious and in order now. I went to bed and read a chapter of my book, ‘The Railway Man’ by ‘Eric Lomax’, before nodding off to the land of nod quick smart.

This morning I had two fried eggs upon toast with two sausages. It was splendid, and I washed it down with a glass of OJ Simpson juice.