Ok I feel really flat today. The fact it’s Cup Weekend and all the tourists come down here doesn’t help. I need milk but it might have to wait until tonight. Where I live there’s no little store you can get to on back streets - you have to go out onto the highway, which joins the freeway, and go into town (which will inevitably be packed with tourists). I really hate the location of this place and wish I could move. When I look at the price of real estate around here I’m just grateful to have a roof over my head though.
I haven’t read a book in a while so I bought one on iBooks which was recommended to me ages ago. Burial Rites by Hannah Kent; about a woman sentenced to death in Iceland in the 1800s.
The female bearded dragon is digging non-stop and annoying me so much I have to put earplugs in. All day I hear scratch-scratch-scratch.
My shoulder/neck is killing me from the way I lie on my bed on my side.
For some reason I’ve always disliked Saturdays like my mother dislikes Sundays. That’s my whinge for today.. I will try and immerse myself in this book.