The washing got done today, that was positive. The cat slept and ate and did little else. And now it is late. The method for setting up the desktop publication program to make a book at least somewhat automatically worked quite well, at least it is understood now.
But otherwise this Sunday has just been covered with a heavy grey depression, there is no idea why, not really. Entertainment comes from the radio, it is perfectly satisfactory.
This is a bad day to write these notes, the only reason that they are being written is the promise to write them every day.
Last night, just before midnight, there was almost a fight at the pub involving a drunk Afghan, a fancy leather cowboy hat, the owner of the pub and the bartendender. The Afghan was holding an incoherent lecture on honour and respect Upon leaving the pub the bartender noticed that the Afghan had pocketed the landlord's hat, and an argument ensued. The result was that the Afghan left feeling discriminated and the others present were shaken.
A fight in the pub because one man did not realise that he could not hold his drink would have sorely damaged the places reputation.
But everything went well..
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