The first in a (hopefully) short series:
You know you spend too much time on your own when....
you have "comedy" conversations with yourself, possibly involving the use of "funny" voices. It is especially bad when you happen to do this while dog walking, failing to notice until slightly too late the people walking behind you. Some things are hard to pass off as "just talking to the animal". Still, it could be worse, it could have been one of the hilarious songs: today's ones all to the tune of "alouette, gentille alouette".
So now I know what my future holds: a sad decline into mad, cat-acquiring spinsterhood, accompanied by wandering the streets muttering indistinctly to myself. Maybe I should buy an ill-fitting wig now in preparation...
Annoyance of the day - chatty taxi drivers. If I wanted to tell you my life story, I'd write you a book, just take me where I want to go and mind your own business.
Song of the day (excluding French nursery rhymes) - The New Pornographers: Graceland. Perfect for putting a spring in your step as you saunter down the High Street.
Foodstuff of the day - Greggs sausage rolls. Mmmmm...
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