Number147

By Number147

Sunday

Out very early this morning to avoid the forecast heat. An ambulance was arriving at Roger's. He had actually called it himself this time.

I let Clive know so he went round there. Roger called Clive yesterday to sort out a trip hazzard but he managed to fall over something else during the night...

I had a wonderful walk and met lots of lovely people.

On the final leg home, I met Tim. He wanted to talk so we found a bench. Cry, shout and rant was what he actually did. In a nutshell, I can see why Roger's 4 children will have nothing to do with him. 

I came home exhausted.

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