Yesterday I mentioned
that a chap had contacted me about buying his saxophone. Having
offered him half his asking price he got back to me this morning with
a counter-proposal. He'd accept half the asking price plus some items
in trade. Specifically any unwanted gold I might have. Unwanted gold
!? Is there such a thing? Was I being hopelessly naive in thinking
this was a little odd?
I said I'd get back to
him after pay day.
With er indoors TM"
still asleep I took "Furry Face TM"
for a short walk. Having obtained a rock to be used as a geo-anchor
we went round to the river and re-floated my "luvaduck"
geocache. Whilst we were in the area I got chatting with the people
from the Environment Agency who were pulling a mattress out of the
river.
What sort of pikey throws
a mattress into the river? It's actually easier and much less effort
to take the thing to the tip.
Once home I sat about
killing time on Facebook until er indoors TM"
was ready for action. We went into Ashford for a mooch. We didn't buy
much; just a few odds and ends from Ashford's Cheapo Bargains store.
We met up with Bernie and Martin. We went into the girlie clothes
shop to bother Cheryl, and we had a rather good spot of lunch in the
Gorge. Feeling suitably stufffed we went round to Chill Time for milk
shakes. I had a black forest gateau milk shake. That wasn't "black
forest gateau flavoured", it was made with actual black
forest gateau. I watched them chop a lump off of the cake, chuck it
in a mixer with milk and ice cream and blend the whole lot into a
milk shake. Very tasty.
I then spent a little
while sorting out the shed. I was amazed at what I found in there;
some stuff is worth keeping, some is rubbish, and there was rather a
lot of staff which would have been worth keeping were it not
absolutely sodden.
Over the winter the
roofing felt has come adrift several times and despite quite a few
repairs the rain has got in. There's been quite a bit of damage done.
I had hoped to be able to completely re-felt the shed roof today, but
my prime assistant had better things to do. Oh well, it's his fishing
gear which was sitting in pooled rain water.
And so to Maidstone. The
chap with the saxophone had relented and accepted my offer. His
acceptence was rather grudging, but to be fair to him I wasn't paying
anything like what the sax is probably worth. He said I could collect
the thing this evening (from his mother). So I did.
I've got it home and have
had a provisional trial squawk with it. I can get several notes out
of it. I'm rather impressed with my impromptu seranade, and my dog
sang along too. In fact I've got more notes out of it in five minutes
than I did in five years with a bugle.
There's no denying that I
have no idea which of the notes is an "A" and which
is not, but in many ways figuring out the notes is just piddling
details. I've found several You-Tube videos which will give me
pointers, and if that don't work I'll take the unprecedented step of
getting lessons.
I've unraveled the
mysteries and intricacies of TCP/IP protocols, of oxidative
phosphorylation, of blood group serology and of differential
calculus. I've lectured on herpetology, cosmology and haematology.
For all that I work hard to conceal it, there's no denying the fact
that I'm a genius.
How hard can it be to
play the can-can...?
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