Holy Saturday

It's Saturday, but feels a bit like a Sunday - quite quiet on the roads around 7. For me it's probably a Monday as I am back to dog, garden and allotment duties. Back to normal. Last week doesn't count as I had the additional responsibilities of Finley after his day with Leeds Rhinos at WHS. Yesterday was definitely a Saturday judging by the numbers of idiots in fancy dress and being wankers walking down Otley Road as I headed in the opposite direction. I had too much to drink on Thursday (Friday) spent Good Friday (Saturday) recovering. It really was the first such day for quite some time. The ten miles I covered up through Woodhouse, Hyde Park, Headingley and Weetwood were never easy, but I returned back to the flat, through Meanwood, Buslingthorpe and Little London, with Mutti Pulpa and a lemon to put my body back together again. Meditating, reading and listening to the goings on around the Grange.

Around 6 it felt a little chilly so I closed the window. Later on some drain noise was coming from my sink: from the communal discharge pipe, and the usual Boy Racer revving, screeching and charging along North Street. I let it pass and slept peacefully until 4, then rolled over and nearly overslept the time when I was to have a coffee, bathe, clothe and go.

So I applied for the Council Tax Rebate of £150 yesterday morning, which will be very useful helping me forward onto the road again in May. After May I will be tied up with Lola, Ruby and the allotment. Next big adventure will be back to Portugal in September and then the huge move back into employment in 2023...