I preferred it when it was raining and barely warm. Bloody summer. London is a shit city when it's baking hot. Roads to the seaside all clogged and the parks and stupid lido's all filled to the brim with morons. We went walking in Epping Forest on Saturday which was quite nice but a bit too hot for tramping about amongst the trees. Here's one which impressed us:


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Later that afternoon was much more fun as we lingered amongst the chilled cheeses in Sainsbury's. Apart from our Epping Forest mini-trek the weekend was mainly spent on the sofa with a pile of DVDs from Blockbuster and several pints of Haagen Dazs/several bags of popcorn. 'Outlaw' was one of films but I can't remember the other 5 (naturally I remembered the Danny Dyer film because just that morning I'd scolded him for smoking in our bedroom).


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Edward had a fight with two greyhounds on Friday morning and received a nasty wound on his back which I tended to over the weekend while wearing a nurses outfit I shoplifted from Anne Summers. By last night he was wincing and snapping at me when I touched his back and at 1am he was whimpering in his bed and making strange noises. Drama queen that I am I thought he was dying so I made Darren drive us to the emergency animal hospital near our home. The vet kept him at the hospital last night and operated this morning on a large abscess caused by the bite he received in his scrap. £500 later and he's now on his bed at home recovering from the anaesthetic and trying to work out how to avoid his chums in the park until his fur grows back (they do seem to have shaved him extensively).

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Day 7 (today) on the tiling course saw me get top marks for my bath splash-back (setting-out, tiling and grouting all up to professional quality).

Chicken bhuna today.