My books arrived:
Don’t they look fucking awesome?
My copy of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, the Hunger Games prequel, arrived as well. And, yes, I did buy myself a new book. Or rather pre-order. Stephen Fry has finally finished Troy, the third in his Greek mythology trilogy. So I ordered it. Signed, of course.
My lava lamp gave up the ghost. I thought it was just the bulb, but the whole thing died. Naturally, I got a new one:
I’ll probably be writing another political entry in the next day or two, covering what’s been happening over here since Friday. Shit’s gone crazy. A teaser: it involves the strangest eye test ever.
I went for another walk on Sunday. Down one side of the Tees, across the Tees Barrage (which I didn’t know was so close to the flat) and back up the other side. That’s what the pics in my last entry largely are. When I was at the Barrage, a young boy approached me and simply said “Hello mate”. Which made both me and his mum laugh.
I am going to keep up the walking, bit I might need to get a foot spa, or at least a tub to soak my feet in cos they’re aching.
My hope is that when I can swim again I won’t have lost too much stamina. Though I’ll likely keep up the walking as well.
Will
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