I slept for six or so
hours last night; not bad at all. But I woke with a sense of
foreboding; I was sure bad news was in the offing. I wonder what that
was all about.
I came downstairs and
opened the gate to the dog cage. "Furry Face TM"
didn't stir. I wonder if keeping the dog cage after he's completely
better might be a good idea; when he sleeps in his basket (or on
my lap) the slightest noise would have him leaping up. When he is
sleeping his cage he is utterly sparko and would sleep though
anything.
Over brekkie I watched an
episode of "Jeeves and Wooster" that I'd recorded
onto the SkyPlus box. It was the one with "Ask Dad"
and Cyril Bassington Bassington; but it was never revealed whether
Cyril was a Shropshire, Hampshire or Kent Bassington Bassington. As
Bertie says, the world is adequately stocked with Bassington
Bassingtons. Mind you I've lived in Kent for over thirty years and
have yet to encounter one.
I do like "Jeeves
and Wooster" but there is no denying that I have seen
every episode too many times.
Yesterday I mentioned I'd
bought the makings of some Christmas beer; with a little time on my
hands this morning I thought I might make a start on getting the
stuff going before work. I emptied the old sterilising jollop out of
my beer bucket and replaced it with fresh stuff ready for later use;
but then disaster struck. I hadn't cleaned out the beer barrel since
I last used it. It was a bit rank (!) so I swilled it out, put
some water in it to soak, and spent my spare time in search of a
bottle brush with which to scrub it.
Bybrook Barn didn't have
one, but they did have an unfound (by me) geocache nearby. I
then drove into Canterbury to see what I could find. As I drove I
realised that I was going past one of the geocaches that went live on
Monday. With the First to Find still waiting to be had on that
particular one I couldn't just drive past and leave it unclaimed. So
I stopped... FTF - happy dance.
I got some sugar for my
beer from Morrisons, but they didn't have a bottle brush. The spotty
assistant had never even heard of the concept of a brush. Bless (!)
Neither Argos nor Boots had bottle brushes. The cheapo-bargains shop
also let me down too, but I did have a wry smile in there. "Daddies
Little Angel TM" has been struggling to
maintain her modesty whilst feeding littlun recently. In the
cheapo-bargains shop was a new mother who had no truck with modesty.
Her left boob was openly flopped out for all to behold, and a baby
was being brandished in the general vicinity of said boob. The baby
would have a nibble from time to time; otherwise it just stared into
space whilst the boob flopped around. As boobs are (sometimes)
wont to do.
I would have taken a
photo, but I had a vague feeling that it wasn't really the polite
thing to do.
Fortunately I eventually
found a traditional hardware shop in Wincheap. Real old-school; it
actually smelled like a hardware shop should smell. They had the
brush I needed.
When I commented on the
matter to a colleague she said that this was typical; the thing you
for which you are searching is always in the last place to which you
go. That expression boils my piss. Of course things you look for are
always in the last place you look. Who keeps searching for something
once they've found it? (Dur!)
Work was much the same as
work usually is; at lunchtime I had an interesting interlude during
sax practice. I was at the far end of the works car park giving
"Greensleves" a tootle when a little old lady came
marching across and wanted to know if I was the bloke who usually
plays his instrument in the car park at lunch times. I toyed with
asking if she'd seen any others, but instead I decided to smile
sweetly. This little old lady had a complaint. My heart sank. But it
wasn't bad news; her complaint was that I was playing too far away
from the hospital. It turned out that this little old lady was
something to do with the head
injury rehabilitation unit and apparently her patients had been
asking to listen to live music. They'd asked if I would give a
recital.
I must admit I'm not keen
on the idea, but I suppose I must be improving for her to come and
ask...
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