Monday has no idea who anyone is any more

Happy BONK HOLIDAY MONDAY!

BRITS HAVE GONE BONKING MAD! HOTTER THAN MOSCOW!
 
I have a tennis final at 2 to play, out for dinner at 6 and off to see Nadine Shah at 9 so am timetabled for the day.
 
As expected I ache all over after two very satisfying hours of gardening yesterday, which resulted in minimal improvement.

May I recommend burning garden waste. The satisfying soundtrack of a forest fire, without the devastation.
 
Off to the in-laws for a Chinese later, which is absolutely fine.

Having a bit of a headfuck booking a trip to the Vatican. It's either cheap, with potential horrendous queues or potential scam skip the queue tours costing hundreds.
 
I had a day planned of allotmenting, packing for Malmö, doing a bit of work and cooking a roast.

Instead, I'm now on my third hour waiting in the walk-in centre after my Mum fell over in her home and now has a suspected broken shoulder.
 
Is there ANYTHING WORSE than sitting on the plane home that is stuck on the tarmac not heading to the runway?
 

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