A very quiet morning at the museum today. I sold one book (signed) to a staff member and took £1:50 from and older lass This is not paying the way I say! Typically as I left people wandered in. Hmmm. The sad thing was the lass who came to visit was doing so because her husband cannot. She wished to get some idea of what his great uncle went through but sadly he himself has both Parkinson's and dementia. The lass was almost in tears as she left as her long time husband does not know her. One of the worst situations in this world is being helpless when someone genuinely suffers. She did not wait long and soon went off home. I felt rotten, poor lass.
The rest of my day was filled with nothing. Indeed I sit here wondering what I have done since I came home. Apart from managing to eat I appear to have sat watching the paint on the wall decaying slowly. It could of course have been that I actually had the TV on the wrong channel, there is little difference. Judging by the mess all around I have cleaned nothing, but that is not new. However I think it a cheek of the council to send a man in a dustbin lorry to ask if I wanted the house cleared. Tsk!
Nothing for it but to watch the football now. I suppose I must....