What do stars do?

I’m not saying that it’s too bloody hot in Middlesbrough, but…

My coconut oil melted in the cupboard.

I got the new gas card for my smart meter.  The one that hasn’t been installed yet.  I’ll need to phone them and find out what’s happening.

I’m currently watching The Show Must Go On, a special concert of songs from West End musicals.  It’s really good, I’m enjoying it.

Yesterday I made chicken chop suey.

It was good.

Tomorrow is freedom day, when all remaining restrictions in England are lifted.  Unless, of course, you are the current Prime Minister, in which case you have to isolate after being in close contact with someone who has since tested positive.

And it’s stories like that that make you realise why The Thick of It will never return.

Patches!  I decided to wash my jacket to get rid of the excess glue.  Unfortunately, it also took of the patches.  So Friday and last night was spent reattaching them.

And here they are.  The front:

The back:

Close ups.

The one what started it all.

I’m proud of where I am.  And I keep trying to remember the middle one.

Here we are now.  Entertain us.

As I said, proud of where I’m from.

Autobots, roll out!

And the Decepticons are represented as well.

Finally, my vegvisir.  It’s an Icelandic magical stave to help the bearer find their way through rough weather.  Can’t imagine why I thought that would be useful…

Will