27th March 2024
I took the last of the rubbish from the shed to the tip, it was a wet day making it a miserable experience. I had to get some keys cut so I ventured into Trowbridge. It is a depressing place, the small shopping centre is sad with many places empty, and the expressions of the shoppers matched.
My keys cost six pounds, almost as much as the flipping lock, but it’s only money.
I gave the living room and kitchen a good clean, bagging up the recycling and rubbish.
The weather continued to be bad, but with the music and the vacuum blasting, I made the best of a bad job.
I had purposely kept my supplies low, meaning there was little to snack on.
I had my last fish and chips, savouring the taste, there is nothing like a proper English dish.
It is a short walk to the shop, but I notice that the return journey is a lot harder. The hill and steps are a reminder that I am older. I refuse to stop and rest, this body has to work for its reward.
Another Lifetime to go 