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May. 26th, 2012 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt's insanely warm outside, sort of Mediterranean holidays hot. I live in a seaside resort. The crowds and traffic are a little challenging, shall we say.
After a week of sitting in work (where we have no air con! For the first time! In years! Argh!) I was looking forward to today, getting to sit outside in the sun and read a book. Unfortunately, doing this involves getting dressed and schlepping out to the park. Luckily there are lots of them around me within easy walking distance, but everyone else in the local area all had the same great idea. KIDS STOP RUNNING OVER MY BLANKET, THANK YOU. Richie is in work all weekend, so I can't lasso him for beer garden purposes, and I'm not sitting in a beer garden in Southport by myself. I might as well paint a target on myself.
It's day like this I really miss having outdoor space to myself. The great thing about living in Town Green is that there was a big garden and lots of space and some garden furniture. I don't need all that, mostly because I can't be arsed gardening, but I would like a balcony of some description in the next flat, if such a thing was possible. Maybe. We'll see. It would be nice to grow some herbs in teeny tiny plant pots, and eat breakfast outside on hot days like this.
Ah well. Tonight is Eurovision, so I will probably be blind drunk on the internet later and ranting wildly if the Russian grannies don't win it. With any luck Richie is bringing home fixings for sangria. Look at us being all continental.
After a week of sitting in work (where we have no air con! For the first time! In years! Argh!) I was looking forward to today, getting to sit outside in the sun and read a book. Unfortunately, doing this involves getting dressed and schlepping out to the park. Luckily there are lots of them around me within easy walking distance, but everyone else in the local area all had the same great idea. KIDS STOP RUNNING OVER MY BLANKET, THANK YOU. Richie is in work all weekend, so I can't lasso him for beer garden purposes, and I'm not sitting in a beer garden in Southport by myself. I might as well paint a target on myself.
It's day like this I really miss having outdoor space to myself. The great thing about living in Town Green is that there was a big garden and lots of space and some garden furniture. I don't need all that, mostly because I can't be arsed gardening, but I would like a balcony of some description in the next flat, if such a thing was possible. Maybe. We'll see. It would be nice to grow some herbs in teeny tiny plant pots, and eat breakfast outside on hot days like this.
Ah well. Tonight is Eurovision, so I will probably be blind drunk on the internet later and ranting wildly if the Russian grannies don't win it. With any luck Richie is bringing home fixings for sangria. Look at us being all continental.
