Sunday morning

Good morning,

I fell out of bed just before 7 to go and do the papers, the shop opens at 7 on a Sunday.
I had been dreaming a lot, and vividly, but I don't remember a thing about the dreams.

The car started sweetly and we went and grabbed both rounds at once and did one after the other, the Sunday rounds are easier despite the heavy papers, but even so, it takes an hour and a quarter to do two rounds, and the same as yesterday, the early chill and dew gave way to an already very hot day with the same heat haze as yesterday, the sea is flat calm in the sun with ships floating in a haze on the horizon.

It is all sunny and warm and my washing is out on the line.
Soon the cat will come and borrow the bed, I think I will make the bed now so he doesn't swipe me, I have enough bruises and scratches from his new habit of running out in front of my bike when I get home, he also runs behind the car as I reverse into the driveway, damn cat!
I know damn isn't a bad word because the churchwarden in Jersey was always saying it, he said lots of damn and blast words and a few other interesting words as well.