Over brekkie I found out
that the local council has given a bung of one hundred and twenty
thousand pounds towards renovations
of a local church. Supposedly the whole community will benefit
because brownies meet in the building once a week as does a mother
and toddler group. One hundred and twenty thousand pounds... how many
people go to church these days? Far better spend the money on
building a purpose-built community centre.
In previous years today
would have involved a mission to Eastbourne to scoff ourselves silly
on ice cream and/or go to the Eastbourne beer festival. A good friend
went to that beer festival on Thursday. Perhaps I'm mean, but I feel
that a six quid admision charge is just a little bit excessive. Sill,
as "er indoors TM" says, it keeps
the riff-raff out.
Instead we went down to
Folkestone. Leaving "er indoors TM"
still in pyjamas I collected "Cake James" and we
were soon in Folkestone. Some of us painted walls, some loaded up the
car with more stuff to go into storage. and with the first coat of
paint drying we walked up to town for some McLunch and a little bit
of shopping. You can't beat McLunch. We came home via a geocache (it
had to be done) and a rather good slide.
The second coat of paint
went on the wall as I slept, and so did the third.
I'd read that there was
an accident blocking the motorway near Ashford. Sat Nav said to take
the motorway to junction 9 and come off there. I tried to do that. As
I came past it the actual exit at Junction 9 was blocked by a train
of foreign lorries. About fifty or so of them; all travelling at
about fifty miles per hour; all about six feet from each other. Being
unable to get to the slip road I had no choice but to queue in
traffic for an hour.
Once home I got the car
emptied and put some of the stuff upstairs into storage. Some of it
is still in the living room. There is only so much my poor old back
can do.
And with "er
indoors TM" off doing whatever it is that
she does (and lacking any better offer) I had a look at the
bank accounts (not good, but are they ever?), programmed
"Hannah" for tomorrow's geo-mission and fell asleep
in front of the telly whilst listening to "nutty next door"
shouting.
The daytime was good
today, but the evening was a bit dull really...
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