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the Tuesday night, because the car was completely frozen, I decided not to go
near the place during the day.So
Wednesday night saw me bidding a goodbye for now to my friends in the chat room
and braving the frozen wastes to be a 21st century hunter gatherer,
as the current buzz phrase describes us as being.
Midnight is quite a normal time for me to
visit a supermarket, I expected that the place would be busier than usual; it
was but not enough to be a problem. They stock the shelves during the night, so
everything is replenished before the hordes descend for the day ahead. It’s the
poor man’s version of the Queen thinking the whole world smells of new paint. I
am always in a shop with the shelves bulging. Once again, sadly, there was no
“Michael Buble” moment in the shop.
The woman in front of me at the checkout
spent £261 and I was astounded at how anybody could find so much in one shop
that they needed to see themselves through the 40 hours that shops are closed.
Is the world out of step with me, or is it the other way round? I can never
work that out, and most of the time shy away at serious analysis of the
question. With my three ‘bags for life’
suitably packed with life’s necessities I returned to the comfort of my little
house on the prairie.
After tumbling into my bed at around 4 I
slept right through until 8.45 (quite pleased with that success) and sat
scratching my stubble for a couple of hours in the kitchen until I couldn’t put
off going to the bank any longer. If works doesn’t pick up soon I might be
sneaking in and out of there in a month or so trying not to be spotted by the
manager. A certain bank manager once remarked to me “The purpose of a bank is
that YOU keep YOUR money with us, not the other way around” Each capitalised
words being accompanied by a finger stabbed in my direction. How I would have
liked to have met that pompous little ass during the last year, preferably in a
crowded branch.
We had ourselves a mad few hours last night
in the Mac chat room, the time passed pleasantly accompanied by a bottle of
Chateau de Shipcanal from the wine cellar here at Bren Towers, it’s actually a box
under the stairs, but the bottles come out suitably dust covered and cobwebby.
And I retired to bed suitably zonked at 2 am.
Today was intended to be spent getting stuck into a 1500 piece jigsaw I
have failed to finish once before but maybe later. I am sat at the kitchen table
almost in tears …… of laughter listening to the absolutely marvellous Count
Arthur Strong’s Radio Show. I urge anyone to listen while they spend some time
wandering around the site or the web, just leave it playing in the background,
but you won’t get as much done as you plan.
So it’s Seasonal Greetings to every one and
all of you for now.
Bren
FormerMember
Bren - I just listened to Count Arthur Strong's Radio Show for the first time, (and to BBC 4 for the first time). Thanks for the link. You're going to make a Brit out of me yet! LOL.
