What The Deuce?

Yesterday was week 2 of swimming. It went better than last week, but only slightly. There’s a fitness centre in town that has a smaller swimming pool. I’m going to get a free day pass and give it a shot. See what happens.

Tomorrow, I’m meeting my best friend in town. Her and her lad are planning to go to the England Woman’s game at the Riverside next month and I’ve decided to join them. So, tomorrow we’re heading up to get the tickets. Yeah, I don’t really have an interest in England playing Brazil, but I am interested in hanging out with my best friend for a bit and the tickets are only £7.50. So, I’ll go and probably be the only person to watch an England match at the stadium while wearing a Cove Rangers top.

I’m getting a provisional driving license. I don’t need one, I’ll never ever actually learn how to drive (to be frank, the idea fucking terrifies me) but the DWP have decreed that I need one. They are paying the £43 fee to the DVLA. I, on the other hand, am expected to pay the £6 for the photos, the £5.38 fee for the postal order and the £1.90 to get it sent signed for (hey, my birth certificate is in there, I’m not sending it through normal post). You’d better believe that I’m asking for as much of that money back as I can get. Don’t see why I should pay out of my own pocket for something I don’t want and won’t even remember having in 6 months.

Sigh.

I’m binge watching the first two seasons of The Deuce in preparation for season 3 starting. Hence the title.

Pics!

I finally got a pic of all 11 book benches in Middlesbrough. Here they are:

And here, as previously posted in the entry of much pics from Aberdeen, are all the Oor Wullie’s I got:

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