Life is such a routine now on days that I do to work that I couldn't find anything to tell you about Wednesday. I am scratching my head to find a view on the local politics. There is no reason to complain or comment about the weather – it is about the same as every other day. I didn't get any annoying phone calls from the wacky land lady Sally, so really I haven't got anything to write, but here goes anyway.
Today was a work day again. I got to work on time. We sat around until about 11 am, when we got our first job. After leaving her at home, we came back to the depot, until about 3, when we went to another job. We ran the old boy into a local respite centre at the request of a doctor, which avoided us having to drive into Perth itself.
We finished on time, and I went home to watch some TV, and go to bed. Wednesday – done and dusted. Maybe I should go to the beach, but as it is getting darker earlier, it isn't as possible after work, unless I am super organized.
I don't think that'll happen anytime soon.
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