Hi peeps,
I hate Sundays,
Sunday is when all the wretched old people come out of the woodwork to go to church, legalize euthenasia please!

I have also been recruited to the choir and am trying to wriggle out of it. Mice down necks or claiming to be a broken soprano maybe.
I assured the choimaster that I cannot get enough air in my lungs due to asthma, but he came up with a solution, so I am now a damn choir member again after years of avoiding it. At least the choirmaster is a nice patient guy, not an asshole like the last one.
Peeps, I hate the world, especially rude old ladies.

I hate sundays, apart from if I can go to the cafe and read the paper.

Anyway. I slept on the sofa last night after doing a lot of writing, I slept deeply and woke up from a dream about an outdoor bath, I kept thinking the bath would be cold but it was nice and warm, I woke and it was early o'clock and my friend was in the kitchen with the kettle on, I had three cuppas but was not in a food mood so I avoided my breakfast and my antibiotic, my mouth is no better anyway and I am on the last of the antibiotics.
I did have a good intellectual conversation with my friend as well, but I still can't ask  questions. Then we set off for church and this old rude lady came along and interrupted our conversation and barged in, trying to barge between me and my friend and taking over the conversation, so I decided to wander off, and never made it to mass, yay! I hate church.
and even so, I kept bumping into church people as I nosed around town.

Well I went to the cafe and read the papers and went to church after mass and ended up being plied with hot drinks and smiled at, oh yay, good for you, church peeps, I love you too :(
And I got recruited to the choir, flee the town.
Here I am, I finally had an antibiotic and I feel dizzy. I did have it with coffee and a belgian bun.

We are litterpicking this afternoon and then I am wandering off.