A Phriday best phorgotten

It would have helped to be at my most productive sometime other than the last hour before finishing time, which in any case ended up later than planned, but a slow start and too many distractions, plus another ocular migraine at lunchtime didn't do wonders for my concentration.  Whether or not I get postdrome stuff tomorrow will be interesting I suppose, or I might think the new meds are doing very little.

While there was a gap in the weather and it wasn't actually raining I escaped for fresh air and to buy a new TV aerial socket, but they were out of stock.  So it was off to the supermarket for a pizza, but they also had some salad reduced so I got that for tea.  They had a DVD of the new Ghostbusters film too, so I splurged a few pounds because I missed seeing it in the cinema.  Then the shop alarm went off when I left because they didn't deactivate the security tag properly.  Mirabel's cranks are making an odd noise that is driving me mad: I think it must be the bearings in the cheap bottom bracket, that I got from Halfords, being ground into oblivion by the great force from my legs.  Once home I broke one of my last two eggs on the floor, burned my toast, and since that wasn't enough I thought I'd stub my toe as well.

Since today is Phriday I returned to the most unloved not-telephone box I've ever seen because it just sort of summed up the day.