Guten tag, oder Grüß Gott...
It's been a lovely day here. I went out on a massive two hour walk with the dogs. They loved it. I'd like to tell you where we went, but I have no idea! I just turned left where I usually turn right and so on... We came out near a field, by a wood, a wee stream, an old dilapidated house with a car in front - with a buddleia growing inside it. I wish I had my camera. Sadly, I didn't.
I was totally knackered when I came home, but in a very good mood, verging on ecstasy. There was clearing up to do in the kitchen, but I just though, "Fuck this," and went out again.
I took a wee walk into Morningside (avoiding J K Rowling - she gets on my tits), had a look in an ethnic goods shop (I was looking for a wee Buddha) and then went on into the supermarket to get some things for our meal tonight. I was feeling in a trashy mood, so I bought some shop-made tiramisu, some frozen chips (fries, for you yanks) and some southern fried something-or-other to just bung in the oven.
Then, en route home, I went into a few bookshops. I'm looking for The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. No-one had it. I was a tad depleted, but I won't give up.
I then popped into a newsagent for a tin of smokes, a packet of pickled onion crisps and a Galaxy Caramel. I told you I was feeling trashy.
If I was a woman, I would have worn a velour tracksuit today and copious amounts of make-up. I'd have put my hair up in a high pony-tail and sprayed myself with something by Lenthric. Sadly, I don't have that option, so I just put on my usual clothes; jeans, t-shirt et al... But no jumper!
Is Summer here?