Had a night down my favourite pub and enjoyed it a lot. Got to in sit the big leather armchair that I love. Sadly, no Scooter or any other dogs turned up though.
I've had a smashing day today. Had a stint in the gym that was very good (i.e., I was fucking knackered at the end). Once again there was the bloke on the treadmill next to me who just walks on it for ages. No running, not even a fast walk, it's just a stroll....for ages. His face looks like a very dour, bored Keith Allen. He then just does a stretch and away he goes. I found myself chuckling at a chyunky girl across the way who was doing some ridiculous jump with landing stance on an upturned inflatable balance thing. No doubt some chiselled, red-shirted fitness hitler has told her to do that, without any appreciation of th efact she looks like a total tit. Ok, everyone has to take a dignity holiday of some description in a gym, all that wobbling sweating flesh pulsing red and clammy hair drooping across the face, but come on, there are limits. I've had a wander round the woods today, taking pictures of trees for my project and also just generally enjoying the final days of summer. It's rather hot out there. I eventually made my way round to the seat next the golf green and just sat watching the world go round as different groups came up doing their putting on the green. I got entranced by watching a tiny yellow spider nevigating through the hairs on my arm before reaching the hand, he explored my fingers and then attached his thread before hitching a lift on the tiniest gust of wind and away he went to continue his day. The sun was hanging quite low but still hot, the beauty of it all wa smarred somewhat by the scum family with all their associated spawn sat behind generally being gobby while stuffing various grim Iceland 'meat' products into their gaping maws.
I feel sweaty.
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