The weather has been lovely again today. Such a shame that September is always a nice month and the children are back at school.
I've spent some time on the jigsaw and have sorted out 4 piles of purple patterns.
I've also been up to Tom's and made a start on emptying the drawers and wardrobes. Somebody has to do it and Mark doesn't seem to want to. We're ordering a skip next weekend and our nephew is coming round to lift the furniture downstairs for us. It's a fair deal I think, his strong muscles in return for some hard cash.
Anyway, I opened a carrier bag to see what was in it and as it looked just like notebooks and pens I stuck my hand in to get them out only to grab hold of Tom's false teeth! I nearly pooped my pants I can tell you. It was a very weird feeling having my mits around a pair of somebody's false gnashers.
I was planning on going to the cinema this evening with Amy to see Me and Earl and the Dying Girl but even though it's only been on for just over a week the only showing was at 12 noon so I'm sat here feeling very disappointed.
I'm now trying to decide whether to have a glass of rose or a hot chocolate with marshmallows on as my Friday night treat. Decisions, decisions.
And that's been about it for today. Apart from the trauma of the teeth it's just been an average day at Number 38.