And now the end is near

We woke at 330am this morning to take Tooli back to the airport

Oh dearie me. I’m glad she likes flying

We dropped her at five and we headed back down the road. We stopped for a MacDonalds breakfast which has just vacated both himself and I in spectacular fashion

I’ve come to bed. He is testing the Madiera Rum we bought. Holy shit that stuff is wicked

We went back to bed this morning. I could barely stand I was so tired. Also coughing like a thing that coughs a lot so pretty worried I might have the Covid. But two negative tests says NO

We finally got up at 1130 and bumbled
Over to Sainsbury for some shopping - I knew it would be quiet. It’s always quiet. Meanwhile Morrisons was probably behaving like Armageddon was about to
Fall.

Since then I have been prone.

I don’t like New Year. I don’t like the ‘count down’ but makes me anxious and sad and I don’t need that. So funny films, stupid programmes and a cuppa tea and bed will do me fine

Happy Sunday folks… when it comes