I have been doing some work in the garden. A friend dug out a rampant osteospernum that had taken over a flowerbed.
My chest is no longer noisy. How weird is that? No intervention has been made. Only being outside. Nothing with my health makes sense anymore.
I am waiting for a response from the police. It seems to take an age.
Martin has had a crew cut with nothing at the sides. I don’t like it.
I seem to have lost control of my kitchen.