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Saturday 30th March 2013
Waiting for a delivery that never turned up . . .
 
. . . which is a rather negative way to summarise today, perhaps rather unfairly. There was a lot of 'pottering' about today, on account of waiting for Next to drop off a few rugs. Pottering kind of meant tidying up, hoovering, putting clean clothes away, et cetera. I learnt recently that Latin pronunciation means that for every vowel / diphthong, there is also a syllable. Fascinating. So anyway . . . we were gonna try out each of these rugs in our kitchen diner thing, decide the one we wanted and return the other two. And why on earth not? One does not lightly purchase something like a rug, after all. The rug we currently have, the one we bought in Kendal all those many years ago (almost eight years ago) is still going strong but it's freakin' red, and that just doesn't work out here. So . . . rugs, yeah.
Erm . . . so that flower, A****** insisted I take a picture, it being our first flower in the back garden this year or something. During the course of the day, it kind of opened out, hence the second picture. Anyway, rugs never turned up. Next thought to ring us to let us know at about 3pm, or thereabouts. Yeah, thanks for that. We then popped into town for the requisite egg things . . . everywhere sold out . . . so ended up at the petrol station opposite Skerton school. Ah well. Then a quick walk around Williamson Park and we're done.
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