Zoë Bowyer

Day 3 By Myself.

My honey texted me and let me know that he is alive and well!

It’s been a strange day. The sooner it is over, the better. Not that it has been a bad day - I am impatient for it to be Saturday and to have D home.

I think that an ex-boyfriend of mine was sitting in reception when I arrived back at work after lunch. I was past him before it clicked. I am pretty sure it was him, though he was fatter and had longer hair than when I knew him. I hear that he is getting married shortly (which will have been why he was in my workplace). Thank fuck we split up! He made me a horrible person. And now I am all better, and I hope that he has a pleasant enough life.

I got my holiday pictures developed. This is a picture of HB (AKA Licka Lamb) in the Rock Shop in Wells before I was asked not to take photos. Yes, she was drooling. This is a picture of my Pa. This is a picture of Pa and Katkins. And this is a picture of Katkins and Licka Lamb. I have pictures of Ma but she would skin me alive if I posted them - especially the one with the feather duster!

On the same film I had a photo of the potatos at the market - they display cooked samples so that customers can see just how floury the spuds are. As Ganching has already told us.