Despite a rather arduous
day and a late night yesterday I was still awake at 5am this morning.
Finding our walking boots still rather damp from yesterday's hike I
popped them all into the tumble dryer for an hour. They didn't make
quite as much noise as I thought they might. I wonder if the tumble
dryer will be good for anything now.
There was a minor hiccup
over brekkie; on Saturday I'd bought a new load of jam (I like
jam); today I couldn't find the stuff, so instead I roughed it
with marmalade on my toast. "Furry Face TM"
didn't help me eat the crusts; he didn't stir from his basket at all.
He too was feeling the burn after yesterday's miles of walking.
As I scoffed brekkie I
watched "Game of Thrones". There's not may episodes
of that left in the Sky-box's box set selection. Probably just as
well; today's episode saw the death of pretty much all of the good
guys.
And so to work through a
rather damp morning. The news bore little of note. The Prime Minister
is sulking after his drubbing
at the recent elections, but nowhere near as much as the Deputy
Prime Minister is sulking.
The Pope is again
apologizing for the failings
of the Catholic Church and is promising that the child abuse
scandals won't happen again. One of his critics was being interviewed
who claimed that a convicted paedophile is still in office as a
bishop somewhere in America. If this is true then it looks like His
Holiness has a golden opportunity to put his money where his mouth
is.
I stopped off at
Morrison's on my way to work; as well as the errant jam I'd also run
out of coffee and sugar. Since I was last there Morrison's had moved
everything about in their store. I wish they wouldn't do that. And
then on to work for an early start. I've not had one of those for a
few months; I quite like the early start.
Over lunch time I had a
sax practice. Rain meant I was practicing whilst sitting in the car.
Something wasn't right; there was far too much squawking. Sometimes
my sax is really squawky, and other times not. I wish I could figure
out what causes the racket.
As I drove home the
pundits on the radio were discussing the first appearence of Rolf
Harris in court defending himself. Among the allegations levelled
against him are misdemeanors he supposedly committed whilst filing
the celebrity "It's a Knockout" in 1975. In his
defence Mr Harris pointed out that he wasn't actually involved in
that show. I did smile about that. If I was going to cry in court
and pretend that some celebrity had fiddled me forty years ago, I'd
at least have the sense to find a celebrity who'd been in my general
vicinity during the time about which I was going to make up stories.
Are we going to see yet
another celebrity sex case to be exposed for the shallow attempt to
extort money from the famous? I expect so.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a quick walk, and then I got
my sax out again. It went incredibly well. I have now formulated a
theory. I rarely squawk at sax lessons. I get to lessons early and
suck my reed for quite some time before. This evening I was sucking
like a good 'un for some time before blowing. At lunch times I have
very little sucking time. I shall take my reed into work tomorrow and
suck it on the way to the car at lunchtime.
Let's see what a good
suck can do.
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