No, Ed, I haven’t died. Give it a while. Work is good, if a little tedious at times. Got out of my chair twice in eight and a half hours on Monday, was hardly in it last week. Got paid too - had more money in my account than I’ve ever had before. Bought the complete collection of Roald Dahl’s short stories to celebrate - eight hundred pages of genius, particularly violent genius at that.
Whitchurch is cool, the attractions include a post office, an alternative medicine shop, a silk mill and a [relatively small] Somerfields. Somehow there’s ten pubs too. Nothing but pubs. How will I cope?
Had a bit of a mare with washing shirts at the weekend .. put them in with some tea towels that have a few red stripes on them and they came out a rather lovely shade of pink. Family were down on the same day & me mum saw them - said she’d have done the same though so it can’t have been purely my naivety. Apparently they were cheapo tea towels.
Left me rather bemused.