I’m totally wiped out by exhaustion. Which is fairly normal for me. We’ve returned Roxy’s little kitten. Bit of a shame, I s’pose? But it wasn’t working out.
The several days of trying to entice him out of the floor/ceiling void took its toll on me. And I’ve now got a redundant net-on-a-pole – Teresa caught him before it arrived – coming from Amazon! Well, never mind. I’m sure it’ll have other uses? Or I can return it.
I’m due to work later. And I’m keen to get another earlier shift, if poss’. It’s almost all I do at present, really. I’ve just got no mojo. Or, less melodramatically, very little.
Some time later…
Today’s work turned out to be mostly in some very picturesque villages, towards Bedford. And it was a very lovely clear bright sunny afternoon.
I passed several churches I simply must visit. Including one in either Upper or Lower Dean. I forget which, now. And, of course, the two pictured above.
Now I’m back home, in bed. I love going to bed early! Before turning in we watched a bunch of episodes of Rising Damp. Very funny! But Teresa wanted to watch just one more…
Whilst I enjoyed the other episodes, this one was decidedly not the right choice for me, right now! So I bailed, and climbed ‘the wooden hill to bedfordshire’.
*A rare moment during the kitten’s sojourn with us where he wasn’t in hiding.