Friday at lastand I am in quite a good mood.
A small nap lat night turned into a 12 hour sleep and I awoke this morning a bit confused about where the night had gone.
So, again I did not manage to sort out the things to take to Epsom tomorrow. That will have to be done first thing Saturday morning.
Betty got back yesterday but I have not had a chance to speak to her. I bet she is walking a bit funny due to all the crime fighting I am presuming she did.
I think I might go out on the lash tonight and might even venture into Reading for booze fuled dirty fun.
I don’t have anything else to say at the moment and as much as I would like to jump into a elongated speil about some mundane social comment I don’t have the brain power at the moment. I can kind of feel my brain melting a bit with the monotany of office work.
Have fun and remember…you are what you eat so don’t eat dog.
Russ.
 
I am just trying this out for future secret postings.