My thinking. That bothers me.
Half an hour ago I was in the beautiful village of Balderstone. Quiet. Stunning. Clean. Could have had my lunch there. But no.
Nobber here, in his infinite wisdom decided 12 noon was too early. So I carried on till I got peckish.
I'm now having my banananananana sandwiches sat on a bench next to the River
Ribble just inside Preston. There's a big black back of who knows what dangling on the end of the table. There's all sorts of crap under the bench probably surround by infested bugs waiting to eat me. And I have the sound of the nearby M6 instead of birdsong and trees rustling in the breeze.
Good thinking Bill. Awesome.
The tea I made for my flask this morning also tastes funny. But not in a funny way. In an "ugh" sort of way.
Rant over.