What a day. Was late for work because I stupidly forgot we open an hour earlier at this time of year (bloomin’ old people getting up early on a Sunday). Worked like hell all day and got cold waiting for a lift home. Still, mustn’t grumble.
Does leave you wondering why the elderly get up so damn early though. I mean, obviously they don’t go out getting wrecked on a Saturday (although I can name at least two niteclubs in Weston that have aged women in badly fitting leather scurrying drunkenly around on a weekend). Maybe it’s because of their dicky bladders or something… oh well. They fought in the war for the right to get up at sparrows fart and wander about town muttering to themselves so I will let them get on with it… but when I get to that age, I am certainly not getting up at half past six on a Sunday morning to go and buy a newspaper while still wearing my slippers.!!!