The maid and I visited Mold on Wednesday or if you're Welsh and that way inclined, you would call it Yr Wyddgrug (pronouced erwithgrig meaning The promient mound) despite its horrible sounding name it's actually a very nice market town in north Wales, the weather was boiling, I drove topless! I bought a rug for the kitchen/dining area from the outdoor market, if anyone asks it from Lewis's.
Poundland with it's view of the Clwydian hills the same range can be seen from Carmen's bedroom window. I don't know who the scrubber with the pink hair is, she is not with us.
Saturday in Chester.
Photo taken inside an overpriced cafe, situated along the bridge near the fancy clock. The sign above the window boasts 'The Best View In Chester' shall we take a look?
I wouldn't call that the best view in Chester. My phone lets me delete anybody in my photos that I find to be undesirable, that's why in parts it looks a bit sketchy, if only I could do that in real life.
A list of 'to do' jobs for the building site manager, as requested. Scarlet will be green with envy when she sees my beautiful copperplate handwriting. In retrospect I think it would be wise if I typed it out and rephrase number 3.
For your listening pleasure. A 1970s North African disco classic. It's joyous.
You might of heard it on the telly advertising a train company, the one with the roller skating tortoise.
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