Woke up very early and came down to the kitchen. Before I sorted out William’s breakfast, I looked out of the window and what a stunning view, a beautiful red sky and no rain.
I left it to around 8.30 because it is a Sunday after all and knew I would banging.
I was working for an hour and them my friend, Stu turned up. He had been away for a week on holiday and brought me back a T shirt with a picture of my beach buggy on it and a Blackpool globe; that was so kind of him.
He was not there long; we just had a catch up and commented on what a lovely day it was.
I went back to my wiring and about half an hour ago, I tested the mains and two way lighting circuits for my new garage. It all worked first time; I was really chuffed
So, to celebrate, I am going to cook a full roast beef supper, maybe with some sparkling English Rose.
Whatever the abusive police do; whatever my family try to do to me, whatever the trust try to do, nothing is going to muck up my day.
I may be racked with cancer but today has been a very good day and nothing can change that.
David's Diatribe 