It blusters, and bustles, bringing first driving rain then glorious sunshine and blue, blue skies. It's very keen for me to get to wherever I'm going, and quickly too. Nudging me in the small of my back as I walk down the road. Go on. Go on. Hurry up and get there, will'ya?
The boiler is holding up to this pretty well. The flat was mostly warm this morning suggesting that it had remained lit for most of the night. It blows out, however, at the oddest moments, and not always when there's a particularly strong gust of wind either. There is something peculiar about what makes it go out. I wish I knew the secret. A Man, however, is going to come round and do something about it on Monday. Mum volunteered Dad to sit at home and wait for the guy, and I didn't argue, although, if truth be told, I could just wait at home myself and work from home.
I feel headachey. This will pass. With the help of paracetamol. Would that this thing had a 'currently eating' button. To which the answer is, currently, Buttons. Yum.
xxx
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