I’m stuffed, after an impromptu dinner with Trevor and Jon. Nothing planned - just a spur of the moment outing in the rain, only to find the high street closed. We ended up in the Italian by the bus station where they urinate up the windows while you’re eating.

On the outside, of course - it’s not that low rent.

Although it does make for interesting viewing.

Very nice, anyhow, and Trevor treated us as it was his birthday today, on account of which Jon plied us with cake mid-afternoon, much to the dismay of the Midnight Weatherman, who had read on the side of the box that it was 28% fat. Steve’s Challenge tried to scoff a second bit with his swivel chair half swung towards the window, but Weatherman spotted him and dragged him off to the gym for a second time in the day to swim it straight off again.

It’s been a busy weekend. I went to the new house with Paul, Andrew and mum today, and ended up staying there two hours while we looked at the colours of the walls and the size of the garden, then came home and did my tax return for a second time.

It’s bad enough having to do it once a year, but when you use some crappy software that has had its ‘print’ function disabled (”we thought everyone would want to file online…”) it quickly loses its appeal.

Anyhow, I’m not sure whether I need to pay more money, or I’m owed a nice handy kick-back, but it’s done now, and ready for dispatching, so it’s going to be a case of crossing some fingers and waiting to find out.

Yesterday was fairly hideous on account of going to Bluewater. I think I’m getting too old for the place, and found myself forever stepping around people, or stopping for pushchairs to roll over my feet, or walking between Kent chavs with long hair (male) or cropped hair (female) while they had public rows about who was and wasn’t allowed to buy stuff from HMV.

I don’t think I’d miss the shops if they all closed down and you could buy everything you wanted through Amazon.

The upshot of it all, though, is that I didn’t get to the gym at all this weekend which, combined with tonight’s big dinner and this afternoon’s 28% cake, is making me feel very guilty, sitting here.

A new leaf needs to be turned.

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