Thursday, 18 April 2013

Wednesday 17th Apr

Windy start to the day which makes delivering papers slightly more difficult, as they are prone to being blown open and generally not behaving. In some ways it’s easier to deliver in the rain, and I’m sure I’ll get the opportunity soon to do that again.

Once home I get myself warmed up with a cuppa and a muffin. Despite being very committed to black coffee - though I have to be honest and say that I don’t drink instant – I have not had a cup since Sunday morning. The reason being one of my eyes has been slightly blurry and I’m wondering if all the caffeine is in any way involved, though thinking about it I’m sure I’ve heard that there is more caffeine in tea than coffee, so I’m not sure where that leaves me. Anyway I’m trying a week off the coffee to see how I fare.

After lunch I have another run through tomorrow night’s talk, and its improving, at least it’s better than it was yesterday. Hopefully, with another run through tomorrow afternoon I will have it close to where it needs to be. One advantage of the wind as it was yesterday, is it dries the washing, so I’m able to get the ironing done without resorting to the tumble dryer.

We’re off to the outlaws for tea tonight which means I’m excused cooking/heating up duties. Tea is plentiful especially with double helpings of homemade sticky toffee pudding and chocolates. It leaves me in danger of that overfull Christmas feeling. My father-in-law was telling how he was doing their next door neighbour a good turn by taking an old carpet to the tip for her yesterday. He was taking it out of the side gate which blew shut in the wind, blowing it inside out and ripping it off the wall! He then spent the next three hours fitting new pieces of wood and drilling into the wall. There must be a positive moral to this story; I just can’t see it yet. To be fair though how many of mine and the younger generation would have had the tools and the know-how, to rebuild and fit a broken gate? Probably not many; these traditional skills are something of a dying art in our disposable technological age.

Yours rubbish at woodwork

Jay

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