Ouch. Thankfully, they only did my arm.
It's been an oddly disjointed Saturday pour moi today, dear reader. I was woken rather unceremoniously to the sound of the toddler upstairs [who's not normally a "demon child", unlike the screaming banshees next door] doing a full Riverdance impression above our bedroom. I need to have a word.
Then, after my usual coffee-and-fags "breakfast" I was off out, taking two buses to Tottenham for my COVID booster. The jab clinic's like a factory line, and from arrival to departure took all of ten minutes. The journey there and back took much, much longer and, after doing a bit of shopping, mainly for more picture frames (hoorah for Argos!), it was too late to do anything in the garden [more's the pity, as I really need to tackle to slimy yellow leaf-carpet some time soon before all the pots disappear under the mush].
Hey ho.
Let's have a bit of a pick-me-up, courtesy of one of Mr Bill McClintock's marvellous mash-ups, shall we?
Brilliant!
