I spent a few minutes
yesterday evening and this morning looking at the calendar for the
next few weeks and months. I had several plans in mind which I hadn't
actually written down; I've now updated my calendar for the summer
months.
Bearing in mind how few
camping events we have this year I'm also looking to next summer to
get some camping events pencilled in. There's a Kent Mega geo-event
at the first bank holiday in May next year, and a simular event in
Essex at the end of July. In the past I've been to kite events, but
they can be rather dispproving of people who aren't actually flying
kites for every hour of every day.
And then brekkie. "Furry
Face TM" was apparntly worn out from
yesterdays walk and snored through tis morning's episode of "The
Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin"; a classic episode in
which Reggie went to a safari park.
Off to work. As I drove I
had a wry smile at the rain. I had been rather conscious that had
things gone to plan we would have been camping this weekend. Monday
morning would have been "take-down" when we put the
tents away. Had we actually been camping this weekend, this morning I
would have been faced with the job of taking home a load of wet tents
and then struggling to get them dried out. I was glad I didn't have
that worry today.
Once at work I phoned the
CT scan people - they'd made an appointment for my nose scan at a
time I could not do. I've managed to reschedule it for rather early
on a morning when I am on a late shift. That will leave me at a loose
end in Canterbury for a couple of hours. I suppose I could either
have a sax practice or go off on a geo-mission. Both would pass the
time.
Talking of sax practice,
today's went rather well. With minimal squawkiness I've made a good
start at "You Are My Sunshine" and "Once in
Royal David's City". Maybe not appropriate for this time of
year, but I'm pleased with how it's turned out.
Whilst I was tootling
away today I slowly realised that I was being watched. Some
posh-looking chap in a suit was walking toward me. He was all smiles
and announced that I was "an inspiration". He was
very impressed with my tunefulness; he looks forward to hearing me
play every lunchtime (he must he hard of hearing!) and asked
how I found the time to practice. He was amazed when I told him that
I practiced at lunchtimes; it was my practicing that he hears every
day. He seemed shocked that I wasn't "doing proper playing"
with my sax but just practicing.
It turned out that this
chap was under the impression that I found time to practice at home
and then spent my lunchtimes serenading a mostly empty car park as
some sort of a voluntary public service.
I smiled politely whist
wondering what goes through some people's heads. What kind of a twit
did this fellow take me for?
An early start made for
an early finish. It would have been good to have taken "Furry
Face TM" for an extended walk this evning,
but the fine persistent rain got us both soaked after only five
minutes. Instead we came home and put laundry into the washing
machie. And with "er indoors TM"
of bowling the rest of the evening was spent ironing that laundry. As
I ironed I watched "The Forsyte Saga"; I do like
period dramas...
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