Monday morning everyone tootled off to their respective jobs (or to life saving training) & I was found a job that required me to sit on my bum as much as possible.
Which consisted of painting signs.
I gave a stop sign a facelift.
Painted 4 new ones which say stop on one side & go on the other.
Two new “Slow - 15Mph”.
All while sitting out in the sun.
Oh yeah - I also had a trip into town to pick Darcey (the cook) who dropped off her rental car & then we went to the supermarket. In America they have 20 million varieties of cereal but nothing in the way of instant caramel latte sachets or anything remotely like that.
While everyone else went to the pub that night I stayed in with my leg up (in the cold) & watched “What Happened In Vegas” on my laptop. But Tim stayed with me which was great.
The excitement of the night was a raccoon came into the main house. Only I couldn’t get my injured little self out of my chair quick enough to have a good look.
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