Another Freya

I met a woman in the park today who can only afford to go to Butlins for holidays. She actually enjoys going to Butlins but doesn’t like to go because she feels a bit of a loser because she has to. The one thing she doesn’t like about Butlins is the groups of drunk men wandering around being obnoxious. When she asked what I’d been up to, I said I’d been to Wrexham to watch the football and drink. I then said I was one of those drunk men wandering about, though, probably, not as obnoxious.

I took the girls to the park because Mirinda was otherwise occupied with business in Farnham.

Emma spent a lot of time chasing her tennis ball, while Freya marvelled at her doppelgänger. Well, almost a doppelgänger. She was the same colour, even down to the markings on her back. She had the same face, ears and tail. The only thing different was she was longer. It was as if someone had thrown some sausage dog genes into the cockerpoo mix.

As for me, I was busy sorting out stuff to get rid of via Freecycle. Books, jewellery boxes, sleeping bag, etc. I hadn’t heard from Dr Dawn, so assume she won’t be taking any of my archaeo books, so I’ll start listing those as well.

In the meanwhilst, Mirinda, having returned from town, had a meeting with Nick, a realo. I left her to it and went back to sorting books in my office. There’s a lot to get rid of.

When BeReal struck, I was clearing out the Old Rose Room. Fortunately, I’d cleared a lot of stuff, so it didn’t look quite as bad as it had.

By the time I’d finished for the day, I’d even managed to get rid of the boxes.