somebody must pay
(for the wind resistent-less thatch).
started the day by trying to meld my right (retouching) hand onto my freezing cold (graphics) tablet.
the wind-flow in my office must be addressed soon.
damned thatch.
drove to whitstable tescos with z (who dressed himself up as 'captain rex' from star wars clone wars (sans helmet) AND was later mistaken for a girl) to do the weekly shop.
down the tinned vegtables aisle z looked sad and said, 'daddy, people are laughing at me'.
'that's great: good work z: people laugh at daddy all the time: we're a public service. they're laughing because they're jealous of how cool you look and because they're sad they're not as cool as you'.
at the till, on being told how much our total was, i realised i'd left my wallet at home.
drove back to farm without shopping, then back to tescos with wallet, then back to farm with shopping.
40 mile round trip/s: ridiculous.
adam ant phoned (unexpected, but true)
after that, did some more retouching.
and after that, did some more stable building till the sun went down.
and after that, did some more retouching in my freezing cold office till i was shaking so hard i couldn't hold a pen straight.
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