Splat

It rained heavily this afternoon. The sunflowers in a vase in the garden took a dive, but they were on the way out anyway. Maybe it was suicide. Sometimes it’s better to go before your petals fall.

I had a full on day of meetings. I was actually on fire in terms of organisation, decision making and leadership today. Happens once a year, unpredictably. That’s it now for 2019.

We finished our monthly meeting by looking at old television adverts for hush puppies. One of our team has a Bassett hound and we were being silly, as you sometimes need to be at the end of a long day. If you are old enough you will remember the adverts. There was also one of Clement Freud with a dog and a tin of dog food. We concluded that nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.

I had a massive eating day. Steroid munchies. Happens every time they put me on those little white pills.

In the news: Boris Johnson was photographed with a chicken. The man gets more fowl every day.

Sorry, couldn’t resist that one. It has been rather wet and boring ...