April 19th, 2017



Got up about seven, washydressyeatydrinky, look at internet, then downstairs about nine for my constitutional. To Coffee Lover to write down dreams and glug my flat white. then off for a mooch to the mall in Wandsworth. Knees very hurty. Back home about one, more internet browsing. It seems far too warm. Dozed all afternoon. I miss the proper telly. The old bedroom one has so few stations. Cuddle with Moon. No other communication with other beings. So bloody tired and sad. Meh.
What kind of life is this? Doodle a bit,( throbbing arthritic thumb.) Nothing interesting on TV.
Shouldn't grumble, but hey, what are blogs for?