I spend the afternoon doing the housework. So being a
House Husband in other words. Then getting the eldest’s tea ready early, as she was off out to
do her dance show. Then getting tea ready for Mrs P the youngest and me.
Followed by cleaning up afterwards. So what you might imagine a House Husband
should be doing.
In the evening Mrs P and I take an evening
perambulation, needing to pass the cash till at the local HSBC. We are somewhat
surprised to see the front of the bank is boarded up. That is until we remember
seeing in the local paper that there was an unsuccessful attempt to liberate
the ATM last weekend. Bit of a pain though as it’s the cash till we prefer to
use. Not that there aren’t options. Within 100m there are four other cash tills,
in either mini/super-markets, or post offices, or petrol stations. Somebody
must be making money from them. Funny thing about cash, if I have it I spend
it, but if I don’t have any I can get by fine. I can't help wondering though where all these cash tills are coming from.
Yours counting the cash tills.
Jay
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