Well, if I had nothing much to write about the other day, I have even less today.  I really need to go out more (ugh * shudders *) or stop writing this blog before I bore everyone to death.

But my same old, same old routine suits me perfectly.  I want everyone to stay exactly how they are – well and looking good.  It is all I need but I do realise that this may not be for everyone.

The excitement of poo-picking the track every afternoon listening to an audiobook, while I am being stalked by five creepy neighbours is all that ever happens.

I like to spend my time watching Newt annoy Silver, and anyone else who gets in the way of Newt’s World Domination.  The smallest v. the biggest of the Shetland ponies and we all know who wins.

You guessed correctly.

But I have changed my daily routine slightly – I now make my sheep in the afternoon and have gone back to transcribing my Great Great Aunt’s diaries as I really want to finish this project in my lifetime.  I have reached 1944 and, although the writing is teensy-tiny and almost illegible, I only have 17 more years to do if my eyesight doesn’t give out first.

I found this tucked into the 1944 diary and spent some time trying to work out each “interpretation”.  I thought it was amusing, and if you have trouble just try saying the words out loud.  I will admit that I had to have help on a few.

The answers:
Charing Cross
Marble Arch
Strand
St Paul’s
Hyde Park Corner
Baker Street for Madame Tussaud’s
Mansion House
Tottenham Court Road
Hampstead
Elephant & Castle
Oval
St John’s Wood
Hammersmith Broadway

Very clever.