My shopping today consisted of chocolate biscuits, coffee, paint, porridge oats and porter. I deem it a good day when my shopping not only sums me up, but is even alliterative. The proper shop is tomorrow.
And tonight I decided to be adventurous and take a different route on the walk. I disturbed a surprising number of pheasants roosting in trees, poor things. No doubt they are unused to having a dubious human reprobate creeping furtively around their environment in the dark, intent upon all manner of unspeakable malefactions. It’s a good job they have no use for windows, isn’t it?
Now I think I’m being guilty of a sort of passive aggression. Well, why not?