I had an email from
Amazon this morning. Because I'd bought a book of sheet music for the
alto saxophone they had some other books in which I might be
interested. One was a war tale about French merceneries living some
seven hundred years ago. One was a romance story set in 1940s London.
Another was a child's book about gorillas. The fourth was James
Martin's (who's he?) recipe book.
If anyone can explain the
relationship of any of those to the alto saxophone I'd happily buy
them.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. We went round the
Bowens Field wetlands park without incident (for once), and my
dog them walked nicely at heel all the way along the riverside path
to Viccie Park. It was a shame he was walking at someone else's heel,
but you can't have everything. Mind you the lady at whose heel he was
walking did look terrified.
Once back home I settled
him down and went out for a little Wheri-testing. All went
(relatively) well, and then it was off to work for the late
shift. Before I set off I thought I'd get my shopping and I then
watched a minor incident whilst trying to get out of the shops in
Singleton.
Two young mothers
escorting a tribe of a dozen or so littluns were herding the children
into a shop. With only half the tribe through the doorway the mothers
decided to start ranting at the children about all manner of trivia.
Whilst the mothers were ranting , they were completely blocking the
way in and out of the shop.
A passing old biddy
suggested that the rant might be better staged outside where decent
people could get in and out of shops without having to weave in and
out through a herd of unruly brats. Whilst I sympathised with the old
biddy, I wasn't going to say anything, and slipped away quietly as
the row escalated.
As I drove i listed to
the radio. Last night I mentioned that I wondered if the pundits
would be harping on about the mockumentary attacking UKIP. They were.
With over one
thousand six hundred complaints it's become one of the most
contraversial TV shows in history. I'm glad I watched it now.
I got to work where I put
on my new shoes. My old Doc Martens had finally given up the ghost
after two years, so I'm trying an experiment. This new pair of shoes
cost a fiver from eBay. A pair of DMs would cost one hundred quid,
and would last about two years. That's about a quid a week; if my new
shoes last more than five weeks then that's a saving that I've made.
So far they've left a lot
of rubber marks on the floor, but what do you expect for a fiver?
I got to work, I avoided
as much as I could, and did that which I could not. Lunchtime sax
practice went well right up to the point at which I had a look at the
loose screw on my mouthpeice, dropped it and lost it. I've been
thinking about a trip to the saxophone megastore in Crowborough and a
new mouthpiece for some time. Looks like I'll be going there soon.
Once home I did the
geo-admin on my Wheri-testing (which is easier said than done).
I'm bored now...
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