Yes, it poured down all last night but can't really complain because after my usual SSS, it's now 8:30 am and it's stopped. With true womens logic SWMBO will wash, again, today.
Last night, played dominoes, she was crushed 5 games to nil, had a perfect pizza, bottle of Rioja and the fell asleep trying to watch “Gladiator”, lovely!
Our neighbours of three days are moving off, I think we only spoke a few words the whole time? The husband, who looks to be in his sixties goes for a 5 mile run every morning, good for him. When I trained for the London marathon I was doing about sixty miles a week but the very thought of that now makes me feel dizzy.
Just paid the insurance for the Navara and the MS which coincided with the renewal of our MS storage unit near Uckfield. So that's the best part of £1,000 and no replacing it, oh well, that's what this is all about I guess. So long as it stays within the budget we planned we should be OK for quite a while yet.
I don't know if there is anything wrong with SWMBO but she can't half put the z's in. Twelve hours in bed, mostly sleeping, is not uncommon for her, although she complains of “not having slept a wink all night”. Let me put it this way I got up at six this morning, it's now 9:30 am and she has not moved at all, if she's not sleeping she is doing a very good rendition of being in a coma, can you snore in a coma? I bet if I waved a John Lewis catalogue under her nose she would be up in a shot.
The sink was leaking so repaired and and must have damaged the U bend doing so, because next day there is a small flood but with the help of some PTFE tape, all is now fixed.
I'AM ON GOOGLE!
With the recent release of Google street maps in the UK, there I am in Harwoods Lane, East Grinstead, delivering the mail in my Post Office van. Picture was taken some time in May – June 2008. I remember seeing the Google van, near bristling with cameras and I chatted to the driver and he said the mapping was nearly finished and it would be released in 18 months, which is about right. If you see the pictures, first three cameras shots in Harwoods Lane, they haven't blurred out my face. Obvious isn't, 'cos I'm bloody gorgeous, would have been a sin, says so in the scriptures doesn't it?
Weather forecast was for some sun this afternoon, don't look like it and the updated forecast is now saying rain, so not really a drying day then. Long range forecast is predicting mid twenties by the end of the month.
So off to Carrefour to look for a couple of chairs for the Swan's arrival, trouble is that they are no “summer” thing in yet so I don't know what we have to get. Then a trip to the local Mercadona to top up the bit of food we need and the “necessaries”, you know what I mean.
Been and back, chairs are €50 each! I guess they can sit on their thumbs.
When we started this thing last year I put two brand new tennis racquet's (and balls) in the hold. Finally used them today. SWMBO has not played tennis before, I had but you would not think so because it was over 30 years ago when I last had a racquet in my hand. We both ended up totally knackered, mostly from chasing and retrieving the balls we had hit out of the court. More planned for tomorrow.
It's a sad fact but I typed this from memory; with a wave in the general direction of Benny Hill and pre decimalisation.
“The old man and the fiddle”.
It was market day in the village
and the crowds round the stalls were quite dense
but what caught my eye
was a stall piled quite high
with musical instruments
Up to the stall came a little old man
His clothes all tatted and thin
but his face came alight
when his eyeballs caught sight
of a beautiful old violin
Holding it up to the dealer he said,
“How much is this one then?”
“That's a Stradivarius!” The dealer replied
“It'll cost you four pound ten”.
“I can't afford that”, said the little old man
and a lump came into my throat
I was feeling quite chuffed
so I stuffed in his hand a ten shilling note.
A crowd had gathered by this time, so I quickly went
round with a hat.
When I finished, I found, I'd collected five pound!
So I took my ten shilling back.
We gave the dealer the money
and the old man so tattered and thin
picked up the violin
stuck it under his chin
and played like a man possessed!
He played some fugues and cantata's
and foie tiddly oi toites, too
from composers like Johan Sebastian Bach
to mention only a few.
He played waltzes from Strauss and de Fledermaus
and tales from the Vienna Wood,
and then Tchaikovsky's piano concerto,
only he didn't play that quite so good.
“Well done!” cried the crowd when he'd finished
and gently patted him on the head
but the excitement was too much for the little old man
who unfortunately dropped down dead.
So we gave the dealer the fiddle
and took back our four pounds ten
picked up the old man and laid him to rest
in a cemetery, down by the glen
and sometimes at night,
when the moon doth shine bright
and I happen to wander that way,
up over the hill,
Yes! I can still hear the old man play!
As the old saying goes:-
Although the old man is dead and his song has ended
the melody lingers on!
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