Yesterday I mentioned
about a rumoured explosion in Folkestone. I have since been told that
the so-called explosion was actually a solitary firework. Rather a
loud firework, but after all was said and done, it was a false
alarm. Mind you one has to take rumours from Folkestone seriously --
that place has earthquakes when no-one is expecting them.
I was up relatively
early this morning to sort through the astronomy club's account: one
of our number has been lecturing to various W,I, branches, and they
have been very generous in making donations to the club. Added to
that there was the money taken at the last meeting to tot up too. I
spend half a frustrated hour trying to account for a missing five
pounds. And then the doorbell rang - the astro club's quartermaster
had come for some cheques for more astro club purchases. He'd run
from his house to mine (about two miles), and was then going
to run on to the chairman's house for another signature (about
three miles) before running home (another four miles). He
must love it.
And then some brekkie.
But before I ate I had the weekly weigh-in. I've lost another pound.
The rate of weight loss has slowed down - where I was losing four
pounds a week, I'm now down to a pound a week. That's either a lot
better for me, or a sign that during the week I found a tin of
Quality Street left over from Christmas.
We then popped to town: I
had astro club money and cheques to pay into the bank. There was
uproar in the bank. They had a new system. Rather than queueing up
you took a ticket and waited to be called. Personally I liked the
idea - you got a ticket depending on what service you wanted -
business account, mortgage, personal account, and then you'd get to
see the right person. But the Great Unwashed weren't happy. They
would all rather have queued, and were very vociferous about the
matter.
After waiting for a total
of nine minutes I got served, and got out. It was about as long as
queueing would have taken, but I couldn't face telling the shrieking
harridans that. Finding the fruit and veg stall again not where it
usually was we then had a quick look for cheap canvases. I was
particularly looking of a 14 x 18 inch one. I eventually found one in
Wilkos. But it was part of a set of three for four quid. And bearing
in mind I didn't want the other two with it, I gave it all a miss.
I'm getting mean in my old age.
And then home. As we
walked home, so my piss boiled. I watched some chap finish with his
cigarette and he just threw the butt on the floor. he didn't even
stub it out. And I saw it bounce along with the other cigarette
butts. I've never really noticed it before, but on every step of the
walk home there was at least one discarded fag end. Hundreds, if not
thousands on the way home. No other litter whatsoever. I really
couldn't understand it: why do people not see finished cigarette ends
as litter?
Within ten minutes of
getting home, "My Boy TM" arrived
and drove us all to Tenterden. Today was nephew's birthday, and the
family gathered at Tenterden swimming pool for a swim. Fifteen (or
so) of us spent a really good couple of hours swimming, splashing
and sliding about. We had a great time, but somehow or other I
managed to knack my left knee and I fell and hurt my bum too.
All too soon it was time
to go, and we came home via Swallow Aquatics (since we were in the
area). I couldn't believe the price of the tropical fish: over
three pounds for a guppy (!) I shall have to check out other
fish shops, but at those prices I shall probably be closing down the
tropical fish tank when the current shoal of fish croak.
And so home via Tesco.
With littlun fast asleep in the car, I volunteered to wait in the car
whilst everyone else got supplies. And I used the opportunity to have
a snooze myself. On getting home I watched a couple of episodes of
"The Joy of Painting" before scoffing tea. And then
we all went round to Chris's house for the now traditional Saturday
night film night.
Tonight was a bit of a
disappointment. We started off with the latest "Transformers"
film. It had pretensions of being an adventure film, but (to my
mind) there is a lot more to the concept of an "adventure
film" than two and a half hours of things exploding. The
second film, "Captain America" might have been good:
I don't know - I slept through it. I'd probably overdone it at the
swimming pool earlier...
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