I do

I love this lovely city.

A morning at work followed by an afternoon in the dairy aisle of the supermarket searching for some amazing yoghurt that can make you twenty years younger. I wish I could turn the adverts off on mam's telly. Bought some tiny delicious pork pies instead

Came home to a dead bat on the bin.
Apparently last night whatever got through the cat flap had been eating a yorkshire pudding in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Hope you all live in a place less odd.