My legs are better than yours, Roz!

Most normal human beings dress properly before they open the curtains if they live on a street with houses opposite. Me? I have to dress up before I look out of the back window!

Eric was perched on the back of an iron garden chair peering in the kitchen window at 8am this morning. It's not the greatest picture unlike this beauty but at least you can see what greets me when I walk into the kitchen most mornings - a nosy pigeon!

Go large!

What happened today? I went to Solihull to the Apple store and got a new iPad. If my poor dad was still alive, he would have loved my old one. That Apple store in Touchwood is wonderful. Cluttered and unbelievably packed with wrinkly teenagers, a tattooed man who looked like a Hell's Angel asked me if I was OK.

No point wasting non existent chat up lines on him (although if I wasn't me and I was a tall buxom blonde rather than a pale skinny ginger I would have) I just told him exactly what I wanted. Fifteen minutes later I was drooling over mealworms and bird seed in Robert Dyas. That's my life, and no, I am not listening to Bon Jovi!

Ho hum! Dinner at the Dog and Doublet followed and there endeth Sunday...

Track? Would you like the theme tune to Sons of Anarchy or Al Green? Oh OK, I can't decide either - How Can You Mend A Broken Heart and Sons of Anarchy