Well then. I’m home, quiet. What happened today? I did a London.
Up at 8 when my feet were attacked. Got the bubbler back into play, bubbled an oat latte. Lou and Stratford I have a nearby place that will sell me an excellent latte. Chelsea is residential. There’s nothing but a Tesco in my area and Tesco hates you.
So, here I am. I did an admin today. A big big admin like a good boy. I booked a new log book, taxed my vehicle, and sorted residents permit. It felt like a lot but actually I could have done it ages ago. The idea of the lost log book prevented me, and now I have no doubt but that I will be absolutely persecuted with astronomical fines for not being good at admin. Not being good at admin is the single most expensive thing in the modern age. The laptops will inherit the earth. I’ve spent over a hundred pounds parking outside my home since I got back from Stratford before I fixed this.
I went to RBKC and they let me get a resident parking permit even though I have had to renew my car’s log book, but only a 3 month one. I’ll have to do it again soon. Life, it seems, is admin. We’ve made up this whole society thing, but somehow the fuckers who enjoy box ticking are running the show.
I’ve been trying to sort out all sorts of things and all of them would be easier if I was Malcolm from accounts. I’m so fed up of people obstructing everything with bureaucracy. Life is hard enough.
Brian is off tomorrow for a week. I’ll get to hang with Boo.
I have been making sense of all the vitamins I’ve bought over the decades. Today as part of the experiment I tried some 4 years expired oil and multivitamins mix. At 4pm I thought about it and realised I had eaten nothing all day, so I made two hard boiled eggs and then a big pile of pills. I was half expecting it to go bad and it did. I was belching sanatogen and spitting oil. The rest of it has gone in the bin and I cooked a Jalfrezi for Brian and I to top up. I loved it. He couldn’t get beyond one mouthful. Spice in Rochdale is salt on the chips. I feel bad about it as he’s off for a week first thing tomorrow. I might have given him an edible last meal. Still, he eats lunch.
Boo and I are on the sofa. We watched the Dungeons and Dragons movie: Honour among thieves (American spelling). I met the casting director yesterday and fuck yes she’s a goodie.
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