I got up earlier than
perhaps I might have done this morning. It was odd - my head was
sweating; my feet were like blocks of ice. And so I couldn't settle
to sleep. I had a bout of brekkie and then distributed over a hundred
catalogues to the masses. Some of the masses weren't impressed.
I realise that most
people don't even look at the catalogues I deliver - we only get
orders from maybe one in every thirty that we hand out. But it's
still depressing when people open their doors and give the thing
straight back to me. Do they have to look down their noses with such
contempt? But after all is said and done it is their loss really.
There's some good stuff in those catalogues. Cheap too, and we
deliver it to the door.
I suppose after a few
months once we've built up a customer base which orders regularly we
won't have to do mass catalogue drops to an ungrateful world.
I then popped up to town
to the bank. Dull, but it needed doing. And then I had a look in WH
Smiths to see their Kobo ebook reader. It does much the same as my
Kindle used to, at a lot less cost than a new Kindle. And the hooky
ebooks that are free to download don't need any re-formatting and
converting before I can read them (unlike the Kindle).
Home again where I looked
at the ironing pile and decided against it. I scoffed the last of the
black pudding (left over from camp) for lunch. There's no
denying that I've been somewhat flatulent of late. I suspect two week
old black pudding has possibly had something to do with that. But the
black pudding's all gone now. Hopefully my guts will start clearing
up soon.
I checked the weather
forecast for Sunday. I'm hoping to lead a walk through the
countrside; weather permitting. Metcheck dot com predicts glorious
sunshine; the BBC's weather website predicts heavy rain. One will be
wrong. I wonder which.
And then the first fruit
of my loin arrived and we set off for an afternoon's fishing. A
couple of years ago a group of us organised a syndicate to obtain
fishing rights to a small pond, and we went back for the first outing
of this fishing season. Littlun wanted to come, and it made for an
entertaining couple of hours. "Have you drunk all that
lemonade?" "No.... but it's all gone". The
fishing was so-so. I caught twenty-four; first fruit caught four.
Which was rather embarrassing. And coming home was rather delayed
when littlun announced that she wanted to say goodnight to all the
cows in the world before we left.
It was good to get back
to the pond. However the pondweed has got out of hand. I may well go
back next week with a rake and hoik some of the stuff out.
This evening "er
indoors TM" went round the scout hall for
their committee meeting. I went round to meet her afterwards, and to
meet up with some old friends. For all that the electrics have been
re-wired and the place has got a new kitchen, it's the same old scout
hall. I did feel a little nostalgic about the place. I do miss the
scout group. But would I go back? If I could get a job which might
allow me to do so, then I must admit I might be tempted.....
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