I was thinking about this football match all day.....
Uncle Bill came round at 12.30 with the news that Gran had had a stroke.
i'm develping a conscience about getting my own way so often
My poor darling Alan. I do order him about.
After a lot of persuasion Alan met me from work.
According to plans made yesterday we were supposed to be going to the flicks
Last night I did wonder if my thoughts of Alan would be highly favourable once again.
I've been having many 'uncomfortable' thoughts tonight.
When Alan arrived at 7.30 we settled down to a nice domestic evening.
Why is it that I never find anything to write about on a Tuesday or a Thursday?