After much cajoling and wheedling, I have persuaded Terry to open his own space. He knows most of my friends by name, because I have shared my space with him for quite a while. When I say shared, I mean I have wittered on endlessly to him about it. As we are both unemployed and approaching retirement age, our opportunities to interact with our fellow man are limited. Spaces provides at least a chance to share thoughts and ideas.
We get our money tomorrow and I fear the only thought in my head is my first smoke in five days. I wish I could say we have given up but this is not the case.
The country faces a heat wave this week and I am so grateful to be living on the coast, where the breezes that come off the sea have a mild cooling effect. I hate the heat and would rather be cold than sweating inelegantly. Wendell agrees with me and says “Try living in a fur coat in this”. The cats, of course, don’t give a hoot.
Right then, off to make toast and coffee, Pen.