… but it’s Sunday, there’s no alarm clock of course, but nevertheless there I was this morning making my breakfast at all of 07:45 this morning!
It goes without saying though that I couldn’t keep it up. Back on the sofa with a couple of DVDs, a book or two, a bit of desultory surfing around on the internet. But then it is supposed to be a Day of Rest.
Mind yuu, I did have company this afternoon for half an hour or so.
A couple of St Eloy’s finest came to see me about the letter box. I told you yesterday that someone had forced the lock on it.
They didn’t hold out any hope of finding the culprit, but I didn’t expect them to, really.
But you never know what is missing – it might be a banc card or something – and if it suddenly starts to run up a bill, it’s always handy to have as your witnesses a couple of coppers who had seen for themselves the fact that the lock had been forced.
Pizza and garlic bread this evening as usual and that’s my day of rest done for another week.
But I’m really puzzled about this letter box. I’d love to know who did it and what it was that they were after.
