Day eleventy one

 In the Radiostar Mansion,

She got up at 6am and marvelled at the white frosty clear morning - frost on the grass = nice hard poos to pick up! One must find delight where one can. She had a frothy coffee and a pint of water and a cuddle off a Springer Spaniel or two. 

She ate the rest of the Thorntons, a whole load of cheeeese and a banana.  She changed the shower curtain. She washed dishes, clothes, pots and herself. She pumiced her feet. She jigsawed and facetimed her friend who is bedridden with covid. She watched the news and went into Tier 4. decided it makes not a jot of difference but she did go online and secured a delivery slot as planned anyway. She will be back at work on the 4th so she will enjoy what's left of her freedom. 

She planned to make healthy chips in her actify then thought bugger it for another day and used the pint of leftover cream on dauphinoise potatoes. ( with leftover roast beef and green beans. She also watched the very funny Christmas Edition of Motherland. The tree is still up. And will remain so until the 6th. 

She says TTFN, normal service might return tomorrow. Might. 

She also says it’s now NYE and she forgot to press publish! Dopey mare.