Wednesday, 21 February 2024

Let there be light!

 Pudge, yes, mash is mashed potatoes.

I've just taken Beano out for a late night widdle and the complex is in darkness.

The lighting has failed all around the gardens and the corridors, the only lights working seem to be the lights in the flats and  in the corridors upstairs.

I've told Steve but he's too drunk to really understand.

I will check in the morning if it's been reported.

1 comment:

Sue said...

I hope you had a torch, or at least the one on your phone. There's nothing worse than a pitch black doggy walk.

Sunday

I cooked roast beef today. A few weeks ago I got so fed up of Steve ruining every joint he bought that I started cooking the roast on Sunday...