Another good night’s sleep until 06.00. Better be careful, this is becoming a habit!
And there was brekkie to be had too. And then I just had to get up. Another uninviting start to a day. The rain splashed down outside the windows and there was a general wetness prevailing outside. Hard surface flooding etc.
H and I plodded our way round Castle Meadows along with the other hardy dogs walking their humans. The humans were largely wrapped up in bits of waterproof gear and big boots. Also of the waterproof variety. The Thames seems to have gone forth and multiplied, because a parallel stream was running alongside it in the water meadow. It wasn’t really there two days ago.
H and I were lucky… I had been keeping an eye on the clouds, and our walk was under a fickle sun. But as we reached the car, the heavens opened under the black clouds that were now above and it absolutely poured down.
We got quite wet just shifting ourselves from the car into the house.
Getting T up and out of bed was not straight forward but he managed it. We went out to lunch at Five Little Pigs which was extremely delicious and very filling.
Lunch out… today… went as follows …
U: you need to keep your knife and fork for the next course
T: why?
U: well you were given 2 knives and 2 forks to start with . But you have used all of them so keep one pair. Keep the big fork and the big knife.
T: which is the big fork?
U: It’s the one that is bigger than the other forks. It’s at the end of the pile.
T: which knife?
U: your knife is in the bottle…. For some reason or other …
T: where is the knife?
U: in the bottle
T: why is it in the bottle?
U: I don’t know… you put it there
5 minutes later
U: where has your fork gone? You need to keep it.
Your knife is in the bottle.
T: why is the knife in the bottle?
U: I don’t know why – you put it in the bottle. KEEP IT.
U: KEEP YOUR KNIFE – IT’S IN THE BOTTLE AND YOU NEED THE BIG FORK .
T: which is the big fork?
U: The big fork is the one that is bigger than the other fork. Your knife is in the bottle.
T: do I need a knife ?
The conversation was scintillating.
Dinner was very exciting! Not. But very delicious.
All this was going on to a wonderful play list from my youth eg Waterloo Sunset, Son of a Preacher Man, Baby Love , the end of the world , Sukiyaki, ( haven’t heard that for years) Like a rolling stone, Don’t know much about history … Wonderful World, I got you babe and so on. Just perfect!
The 5 Little Pigs was not busy so the meal was stress free, and for once, T was not bothered about waits between courses or about stacking the plates, just for this once. Just the knife in the bottle – a toddler with whiskers.
I may have required a sleep upon our return- or at the least- oblivion so I could block out the knife-bottling disturbance in the force. And it was nearly dark when I woke up.
Oh for the Great Pottery Throw Down. A new series has started. Call the Midwife will have to wait. And Happy Valley followed. With the wonderful Sarah Lancashire. She has the knack of not letting you feel happy. It doesn’t matter what she is in, she comes with an uncomfortable edginess. A must watch.
And so to bed. I hadn’t been in it long when my dominant nostril informed me it was blocked. Could I find my reliever spray? No! It had been to hand yesterday and the contents of my drawer lead me to believe someone has been interfering. I wouldn’t feel constantly suspicious if interference was not sometimes responsible for things going astray. The substitute spray I found sent my head into spin and my eyes watered. And my nostril stayed blocked. Useless.
By now my night was well disturbed and there were mutterances going on nearby. Not a great night.
Thought for the Day
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