... in this weather, isn't a good idea.
It's too warm and muggy.
Had to race down to Morpeth, so I could get back before Charles set off for the surgery because I'm expecting a delivery today and Sod's Law says it would have arrived when we were out.
Of course, as I got back in time, there's no sign of it.
I'm trying to persuade the old college friend who's ordered a Rubicks cube cake that he doesn't really want it. We've got to transport it half way to Leicester - and by the time we've done that there will be absolutely no profit in it for me at all.
Unfortunately he seems to have his heart set on it. Grrrrrr!!

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