The rest of Saturday was quite unremarkable, except for sound of rowdy, boozy crowds of youths roaming the street late into the night. I found out later that there had been a football match earlier on that day. There was a nice thunderstorm in the distance just before I went to bed. It rained during the night. I know that because I heard it several times when I woke up.
Sunday wasn't anything to write home about. The historic building was dismal. The highlight of the day was when I visited my best friend on the way to the allotment. I was treated to a lovely dinner. Afterwards I went and planted the beans that I'd grown from seed. That only leaves the marrow and the tomato to go in. Sunday evening was tedious, but I slept quite well.
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