With the anticipated deluge today, I decide that rather
than trying to impersonate Noah, I’ll get an early start on the paper round and
try to beat the rain. To that end I’m loaded up early and out of the house hot
on the heels of Mrs P and the teenagers. In an effort to ensure swift progress
I decide to forgo the likable distractions of my radio, and just get on with
delivering papers. Quicker than normal I’m finished and home before the rain,
and to make matters better the washing is drying well on the line outside. As a
small celebration I sit down with a mug of coffee, only to look out of the
window and see that the heavens have well and truly opened. Dashing out to
rescue the washing off the line, I inevitably get slightly soaked. Typical!
However 30 minutes in the dryer and the washing is sorted and I’ve got a nice
pile of ironing to do.
Mrs P and I spend the evening at a local theatre, where
the eldest is appearing in a dance show. She has been doing these type of shows
in various guises for 12 years now, and tonight and tomorrow will be her last. The
show is excellent, and despite being ever so slightly biased, I think the eldest
is wonderful. Mrs P and I are both surprised to see her cartwheeling across the
stage at one point, something of a first. As ever with these shows the very
young ones provide the laughs albeit unintentionally, and we can remember when
the eldest was one of the young ones. It only seems like yesterday.
Yours with happy memories.
Jay
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