New Build

This evening, Mrs TD commented that she felt tired – even though we hadn’t done anything today; she’d forgotten that we’d been out shopping three times. The first was to Dobbie’s for Christmas lunch; they have a range of ready meals there that we fancied, a sort of upper class version of the Wiltshire Farm Foods upon which The Old Lady used to rely. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a useful range for Christmas so we just had coffee and a scone – neither of which were up to scratch; they’re fine when you’re tired and hungry at the end of a sixty mile cycle ride but, we hadn’t done that.
 
The second was to a food emporium in Morningsaid, same brand, but the full range. After chatting up the staff and ascertaining that our main course was a discontinued line, we found a suitable alternative and left happy – but poorer.
 
Having delivered Christmas to our freezer, we were off for our weekly shop – postponed from Friday. Herself pleaded the headaches and retired to the café while I packed and paid for the goods and I joined her while she finished the sudoku in The Times.
 
Not having a Blip for the second day running, I popped out to the local building site (to be known as “Chapel Lawns”) to record the progress being made. As soon as I arrived, a night-watchman came over for a chat. He was very friendly, I could have believed he just felt lonely and wanted to relieve the tedium; we parted on friendly terms: he had fulfilled his contract both by checking that I had no evil intent and had not antagonised any local residents in the process. The nearest house is probably the show home as it has curtains and everything, even flowers on the bedroom windowsill.