I had seven hours sleep
last night. That can’t be bad. After a swift brekkie I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park. I had two
intentions in doing this. Firstly walking "Furry Face TM"
is always a good thing to do as that dog does get fractious if he is
not walked to destruction. And secondly I wanted to see if my walking
shoes had survived two separate episodes in the tumble-drier
yesterday. At first I thought they might have shrunk a little, but
they seem none the worse for their ordeal; even if the heel of the
right one does seem to squelch a little.
Whilst we were in the
park we met Bernie. In a spirit of well-meaning camaraderie I set my
dog on him. "Furry Face TM"
woofed for a bit and ran in circles. That dog really needs to work
on his "attack mode"; he's not very good at it.
We came home and I had a
go at the monthly accounts. Not good; not bad. There is an overspend
of an odd £18.66 that I can’t explain, but such is life. I did
dull laundry, and then spent some more time on next month’s
presentation for the astro club. It’s so long since I put the thing
together that I can’t really remember much of what I had in mind,
but it is too late in the day to start a major re-working of the
slides.
I shall just blag my way
through, and at the parts where I have no idea what the slides are
about I shall allude to "space rock thingies" and
shout "Uranus". It usually works; it has done so
far.
And so to work some three
hours later than usual (as I'm now doing early and late shifts).
I went via the home brew shop to get the makings of a fruit beer for
the summer party. The shop was closed; and it was a quarter of an
hour after the time they were supposed to open. Looking through the
window they didn't seem to have much stock. I wonder if they've
closed down for good? I suppose all the time you can buy the basic
beer-making stuff in Wilkos at half the price they are charging they
won't stay in business for long.
Realising I'd forgotten
to make a sandwich for lunch I popped into the Cheapo Bargains shop.
I've missed that place. They do some quality tat.
I then went on to work;
and being a few minutes early I set up my music stand at the far end
of the car park and had a practice squawk before I went on duty.
After a few minutes of
making a rather awful racket an officious-looking chap (brandishing
a clip board) marched up and asked if I knew that I was in a
designated staff car park. I assured him that I did, and I carried on
practicing my saxophone. After a few seconds he stomped off.
Perhaps I should have
told him I had a parking permit.
I also had a second
practice session over my lunch break (just before the rain
started). I'm quite pleased with my rendition of "She'll
Be Coming Round the Mountain"; even if my E-flats leave a
little to be desired.
I took a rather scenic
route home - "Soup Boy" needed a lift to the girls'
school. He had some story about taking part in a fun run, but I was
rather dubious about fun runs at girls schools at 8pm. He wasn't
fazed, and seemed glad that someone was taking a moral stance. After
all, if I didn't, who else would...?
In the meantime I would
seem to have developed a rash...
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