Every outdoor seating area in the public realm is littered with beer bottles and cans, laughing gas canisters and other drug paraphernalia.

Probably not what local homebuyers here signed up for with the marketing lure of “canalside living”.

A round picnic table with three glass bottles is set in a grassy area near a tree and adjacent to a street with parked cars and a brick building with balconies.A round picnic table with empty bottles is set on a grassy area near a canal and surrounded by trees.A playground with wooden structures and benches is set in a grassy area with nearby trees and parked cars.

Morning walk.

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Sat on a tree stump for a few minutes enjoying the sunshine, breeze, and sights and sounds by the canal.

Nothing to do with porridge as it turned out, but yesterday was definitely too hard and too lumpy.

Hellish morning so far.

Little kid’s porridge was “too hot” so I stirred in some cold milk. Then it was “too milky” so I drained the milk with a sieve. Finally it was “too lumpy” so I put it in the food waste bin.

Then big kid’s “wasn’t right” so his went in the bin, too.

Edit: nvm, seems to be resolved now.

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Went to the Naan Shop to get some naans and they’re all out of naans.

Got called an anchor at work again. Probably taking it too nautically.

Lovely light this morning on the canal.

Canal boats are moored along a tranquil waterway lined with trees and bordered by a pathway. Auto-generated description: A narrowboat is moored on a tranquil canal surrounded by tall trees reflecting in the water.

Hmmm…. maybe only really one cup.

I can get three cups from one heaped spoon of the white tea, but only two from the black it seems.

This smell and taste of this Assam tea evokes memories of bacon butties with my Grandpa Fred, endless pots of tea, talk and cigarettes around the religious cult kitchen table, and all-too-short break times at the summer job in the plastics factory.