It's the day we found out that Ozzie Osborne is no more.
I reckon he would have been a pretty good bloke. Okay, I'd avoid him in his early days - too doped up for my liking back then, but once he got clean, he'd be fun to hang about with - in small doses. I found his Brummie accent rather soothing. May he be hanging out with Bowie and Alan Rickman and Prince having a whale of a time. Heaven's go itself a one off.
Yesterday, I found a letter at my door. Presently, they are sorting out the front fence and gates as the old ones were falling apart. The lovely big trees are gone, as are the letterboxes for the foreseeable future. All mail is now sent to Flat One and the resident distributes the mail on a weekly basis.
Last night there was a letter on my doorstep.
My lovely friend Kaz had sent me over some Black Cat badges (the two at the back). It was only a few weeks after my downstairs neighbour dropped me off a couple of black cat badges, and some other badges that another friend gifted me.
There's quite a collection now.
I don't have any idea why people give them to me.
I just have to work out where I'm going to wear them.
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