Day 8 on the Gulag

No wind. Makes a change. 
Dogs walked  then picked up a pal who came to help me clear the bloody attic. 
There are two rooms up there, one smal ( where im sleeping) and a much bigger one which Donald had mucked up looking for nothing in particular! So minus himself, Ann and I gave it a good tidy. My porch is now chock full of junk so I'll call on my other pal with his van to take it to the dump tomorrow. Twice on the way down the stairs I went over my ankle so now its quite painful to weight bear.
Dinner half a pizza and no damn potatoes. Yaay.
Sitting with a glass ofcred watchinh Andre Ruie looking forward to going to his Glasgow concert next month.