The Ariel is still broken and things are getting VERY tense in the house (the council say they can’t get anybody out to look at the Ariel until tomorrow afternoon), so tense that I took myself off to Vicky Park for a couple of hours, I bought a sandwich and a couple of drinks from a local sandwich shop on Cambridge Heath Road and made my way to the park via the canal. I then sat on a bench and just watched the world go by as I ate my sandwich and drank my drinks.
There are a lot of people who go jogging in the park on their lunch break, I knew that people jogged before and after work (I used to be one of them), and I knew that some people even jog to and from work (I even used to be one of these), but I never knew that people actually went jogging instead of going somewhere to have something to eat (I NEVER used to be one of these, give up food?). What is wrong with these people?
It sounds weird, but I enjoyed just sitting on my own and watching people going about their business, but sadly I couldn’t stay there for every as I had to go home and clean the kitchen again after my dad massacred a loaf of bread with an electric carving knife trying to make himself two slices of bread to put into the toaster. We’ve not long had a new kitchen put in so we are trying our best to keep it in as good nick as the day it came through the door in pieces. (a similar style can be found it here.
I am running the 2018 London Marathon to raise money for Livability UK in memory of my dad. If you can I'd appreciate any donation you can spare. http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/deansaliba