A gloomy day, weather-wise, and frankly, most other things wise. One is desp attempting to ‘live in the day’ but ‘tis difficult sometimes, to remain positive.
When at the A of the F’s gaff, all is well and wonderful. Lovely company and oodles of cosy cuddles sustain One through One’s darkest hours.
And, lets not forget the darling A, for he is worried for One.
Just to trounce yesterday’s ‘red eye’ One received a missive from the solicitor acting for the Malthouse Management company demanding One pay for the restoration of the stone work on the back of the block since One’s water butt caused the problem.
One has been versed in what to say to them, but frankly, One has bigger poisson to fry at the moment.
‘Whatever will be, will be…’