Friday at work was lovely. The euphoria and awe that my pub quiz sports trivia garnered yesterday was a distant memory and my work mates went back to mocking me at every given opportunity. Such is life.
At lunch, for some reason, I got myself a tomato soup from Greggs. I still can't figure out why as it was a glorious day and the last thing I needed was a lovely hot cup of delicious soup. Helen suggested I leave it to cool down, thus turning it into gazpacho soup but I was limited to a 1hour lunch break and as we were sat on the roof garden, in the blistering sun, the soup had little chance of cooling down.
Lunch over, I returned to my desk to stare at the clock until it was 4pm. It was a quiet afternoon.
On the way home Melissa and I stopped off at the in laws to pick up a step ladder to aid me in my gardening tomorrow and we went home, once again, after stopping off at (the) ASDA, for some black pudding and a bottle of wine.
I cleaned the kitchen and hoovered and Melissa bought us Chinese food for tea. For the second week on the run I ordered half of what I would usually get, all leading towards the less unhealthy life style.
This evening I will drink the wine and either play CODBO or watch Akira. I may do both. I can't know for sure until it happens.
Oh, and I'm still listening to a lot of Gene Harris.
Have a good weekend!
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| Soup was a baad choice! |
