I got a new poetry note book, well six actually. Though I’m only using the one at the moment. Six for a pound was a good bargain that I couldn't turn down. WHSmiths want over three pound for one so I went to the pound shop and was glad I did. It doesn’t replace the stuff I lost but I can now at least make new verse as they come to me.
Rain has fed the weeds in the garden all week so I need clear them out this weekend. Most of it around my strawberries as well as at the front where Magz’s flowers are. My son did the grass during the week on the only really dry day which was good of him though Magz had to nag him to do while I was at work. Typical teenager then. Of course we all remember it being different when we were sixteen don’t we. The things that distract teenagers now may not have existed back when we were younger but they still act as we did. Always thinking that some how the parents are just making life hard for them as if it were something we would set out to do. That the world just likes to throw work at them that drag them away from what they want to do. Chores are the evil that parents burden their children with. Yes in time they will see it as we now see it but it still brings a smile to your face when you think about it, doesn’t it? Well it does for me.
My friend’s re-enactment wasn’t quite as large as I expected but it was still a nice day out. Really I only spent a half hour at it before heading into town with the wife and daughter. Not the greatest idea as it cost me money. Though really it was just me wanting to splurge my meagre savings. Magz has been hinting for a new camera so I picked up a second hand one at the pawnbrokers with twelve mega pixels. My daughter managed to get a game out of me for the playstation, which she just had to have. In the end it was a good day out. And I did get the note books.