As I said in the other entry, out on the beers most of yesterday. So a greasy fryup was called for. And Janet came to the rescue, taking me over to Sainsburys to grab a few bits. Back home and I cooked a monster fryup for me and Janet. Then a relaxing time in front of the telly.
Popped up to the cemetry on the way home from Sainsburys. Put some more flowers up, and had a little sit and think. Whilst on the way home from seeing Janie in London, the clock struck and another month slipped by. 7 months have gone now. And sitting at the cemetry, looking around at all the flowers, the sun shining and the wind blowing, it still felt warm being there.
I've just cracked open a bottle of champagne that's been in the fridge for goodness only knows how long. Don't ask me why. And I'm putting up the christmas dec's. Possibly a dangerous combination, but I feel something I want to do.
