New day, almost the same title (again)

I had a day off today, so I took a trip out in the rusty-green-love-machine. What a fine girl she is. The wind nearly blew me off the cliff near West Runton, but that’s natures fault, not Volkswagens. Apart from that she handled like a dream. God, I’m enjoying this freedom of movement already. I can plan to go anywhere, anytime I like, or I can just do what I did today and take myself off on a whim. I used about forty quids worth of petrol, but I’ll worry about that at the end of the month when the credit card bill shows up.
On the way home, I perused some charity shops and got myself some cheap second hand golf clubs and a ‘Teach Yourself To Putt’ DVD. Retail therapy is a wonderful thing. (there was a DVD called ‘Teach Yourself To Swing’ as well, but I was worried it might be a guide to middle-aged dogging, so I left it)
Ted and I had a couple of hours together playing cards in their conservatory. He amazed me by saying he’s arranged a surprise holiday for Beryl’s birthday later this month. It’s their first trip away in 14 years because, as he told me, ‘I was spending all our money on piss and gambling.’
This evening I cooked Philippa tea, and we had a lovely evening together chatting about nothing.
Today was a good day.

RC 8-8-11