Read a book.
Read a book.
I have noticed that the age group that seems the most hopelessly addicted to technology is the 50-60 somethings.
Going to get to go pick up shopping and an order of beer, so that’ll kill an hour or so. Thank God tomorrow is Monday.
To assuage the boredom I'm teaching myself to play notable sections of music on my daughter's tiny keyboard. So far I can do the riff from Baker Street and the opening of Take on Me, currently working on the synth bit from Nobody's Diary.
I joined in a CM0102 competition on Twitter. It's actually good fun but probably a sign I need a new hobby.
Sounds amazing. Got a link?
My wife’s asked Groundsman Dave to make some boxes to put plants in (they probably have a proper name) so I’m looking forward to going picking them up so I can listen to a podcast in the car, get out the house for a bit and go see my parents, albeit from the end of their driveway.
I'm a twit
Paint it again.
I see the scarecrow's put on some lockdown weight.
Why pink?
It's even worse now.
That grass though!