roseveare

Went straight to the allotment after work, where half the windows that we'd propped up against the fence yesterday had blown down in the wind, so had to move all the windows into the shed in nervousness of the forecast worsening weather. And then some digging. And I split my boot! Dammit. I am never buying Sketchers boots again. Lasted less than 9 months, I think I got them in May. The soles have been going for the past 6, even, and would have worn through if I hadn't stuck segs in them. Waste of so much money. Okay, I don't usually wear them for the allotment, just for kicking around, but still. It wasn't as if I did a lot of heavy work, I was only there about half an hour.

I walk 3-4 miles a day by default when I'm not on a specific walking bender. I kill shoes. Just kill them.

Got back (via parents' house to pick up old walking boots stashed there for tomorrow afternoon), made a quiche again for packed lunches this week because that was nifty last week (sweet potato, red onion & goats cheese today) and then typed 5500 words, which was the second chapter of the steampunk thing.

Still determinedly walking to the seafront every day this week to attune to the sea, so I did that then. At just after 10pm, I've just got back and had a late dinner and finally stopped.

Since I'm hefting windows up a hill into a skip tomorrow afternoon, I doubt tomorrow is going to be much more relaxing.

Funny thing is that I don't feel particularly tired.

In RL news, I have an allotment. OMG. I didn't expect it to happen that simply after S said fuckit and walked out on venture but they've signed it straight over to just my name and sent me a bill.

Now I can plan stuff. And my dad is already planning his retirement.