Harriet’s dog Coke seems to have settled well into his home. I don’t have much love for staffs but actually he is a lovely little fat thing and has a sweet temperament (unlike his owner!) It was funny to watch him slide around on the tiled floor. Also the steps up to the flat are quite steep and it was hysterical to watch him climb up and down. Coke took a liking to Phil and vice versa, he got lots of sloppy licks! Harriet says if I like Coke so much, how come she wasn’t ever allowed to have a dog when she was a little girl? I said to her, having a child was enough for me! I do like dogs but they are a tie, bit like kids really!
It was such a nice afternoon that after the aerial man had gone HH drove us all to The Giffard. She had a diet coke and a plain burger and then went on her way leaving Phil and I to talk strategies for our next project over a bottle of wine. We had much to discuss because whilst Phil was loitering outside watching the aerial go up, Aiden from next door came over and
It looks like we will complete on the kebab flat sale at the end of the month and my initial thought was that we could move into Aiden’s flat and it would be problem solved. But Aiden’s flat is in dire need of modernisation and it makes sense to do it now whilst it’s empty and there is no way we can live in the flat without a bathroom or a kitchen. So if Jimmy & Shirley are okay with it, we will be taking them up on their kind offer and move into Shirley’s house for a few months. We walked back from the pub and just chilled in front of the telly watching lots of episodes of “Homes under the Hammer”. Harriet phoned to say the new cooker had stopped working but we couldn’t drive because we’d had wine and besides we were already in our pj’s. I have subsequently called out the Curry’s helpline and they are coming out on Thursday. She will just have to live on takeaways until then.
The communal heating has gone off in the kebab
I cooked a roast chicken for lunch on Sunday which we had with new potatoes and salad. Phil was most disappointed because he was looking forward to a ‘gravy’ dinner but he still managed to finish what was on his plate plus some more! In the afternoon we went for a steam and a Jacuzzi at David Lloyd but couldn’t be bothered with a workout or a swim. Now that we have to pay to have a shower here, it’s cheaper and easier to go to David Lloyd.
This morning we lazed in bed with mugs of tea and yesterday’s papers. Well, what else is there to do on a bank holiday Monday? Phil got up and made us fry-up. I was meant to be starting back on the diet this morning but there is no way I can say no to fried potatoes. It’s nearly midday and I ashamed to say that I am still in my dressing gown. Phil is also still in his pyjamas but we got started on the accounts at half past 7 and 4 hours later we’re still going. The weather seems lousy so I think we’ll carry on until lunchtime and then call it a day. All run of the mill, boring stuff I’m afraid. Not really much to write home about but that’s the way it goes sometimes.
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Why was Phil giving the dog lots of sloppy licks?
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