No post, no postman struggling with Valentine's cards, Charlie Chalk had three !
I did tell him one of them was from me, but he didn't buy it. Frankly I don't care. I was more narked at the fact I ordered a new double shot basket for my coffee machine over a week ago and it still hasn't come.
Arrived at Bob the Butcher's this morning and he handed me a Scotch egg and said try that. what flavour is it I enquired. Spring onion he said. I've already tried them.
I handed him 4 cans of Bank's mild asking do you want to try these. I've already tried them, he told me.
Still had em though.
He told me how his nephew recently lost his mobile. A couple of days after a young lady rang one of his family numbers that was in the phone and said she'd found it in the park.
They arranged to meet her in the park. Bob took him to claim it. Got there, no girl. Rang her and said we'm here. She said so am I.
After a few quizzical questions, the lad asked which park. She gave her location which turned out to be a park in Truro Cornwall where they'd been a week or so before.
They were in a park in West Brom, they couldn't see her from where they were.
Bob's life is littered with little dramas like that. Like his sister's dog which weighs more than Bob and refused to get out of the car because it knew they were at the vets.
My sister took me to lunch today as an early birthday present. Popped up to the Bell on the Birmingham road. Nice Doom Bar steak and ale pie, but the mash tasted like instant.
I also got a nice big bowl of just sprouting hyacinths she'd planted up for me. She knows I've loved them since I was a little kid. I like Honeysuckles too (not to eat you numpty).
To help me get over the disappointment of the filter basket (I'm on single shot cappuccinos now), I haz beer for Saturday night. Be up to fighting come 9 o clock.