Wednesday 4th Sept

And the teenagers are back at school. The house husband is back in residence, and the sun is still shining. After waving off Mrs P and the teenagers, the house is suddenly quiet. After six weeks of having other people around, I do miss the company.

However, it’s Wednesday and so there are papers to deliver. It’s a sunny day and so a t-shirt and shorts are the order of the day. How long that will last I don’t know. I meet a chap I know and we pass 10 minutes chatting amiably. The rest of the time I listen to the radio. I walk around with ear plugs in resembling some kind of yoof, and increasing my chances of being run over as you can’t always hear the traffic. That’s the thing I wonder about with electric cars. If you can’t hear them coming, people are going to step out into the road without looking, thinking nothings coming, and bang! It’s odd what the mind wanders to when you have the time.

Mrs P and the eldest are out to see Cabaret at the theatre this evening, and so the youngest and I get the chance to watch some baseball. There is a danger of it becoming addictive, although the American obsession with statistics in sport is not something I like, and frankly something of a turn-off. It gets away from that Corinthian ideal, but then again I suppose that’s professional sport for you.

Yours looking back fondly.

Jay