Yes! The Illis found it somewhere. Drafted in 2012.
A decent sleep, despite the long one I had yesterday afternoon. There was no reason to do more once my flexing was done. The day was grey and uninviting. H was not moving. T was not moving either.
I fed him toast and I eventually lurched into the shower.
I have been enjoying series 5 of Unforgotten. Now I just need to watch series 3 and 4. I think I watched 1 and 2 some time ago. Treats in store.
I have a potential tyre problem with the car. At least a warning light is illuminated. After my last tyre debacle and warning light games last year, where I nearly deflated the tyres completely, the car and I will sneak off to some specialist or other after dropping T tomorrow.
So, that meant that I didn’t want drive far, so H and I walked to the river from the Cholsey layby. I haven’t used this track since the summer. And the path had been resurfaced by the tread of tractor tyres. Not easy walking for me.
There were competitive rowers out and about. The oarswomen seemed less than streamlined at times. (!) Read into that, what you will! The boys were smoother altogether. But I also think they had better craft. There were singles, doubles, quads and eights. Of both sexes.
H was very interested and, at one point, quite determined to take control of the proceedings.
The waters were inky black. The sky was dull. The breeze was chilly. But it was a fabulous hour or so out there.
I returned home to have a long chat with Brenda and to fail to watch more of ‘Unforgotten’ on TVX thanks to impossible buffering and freezing of the picture.
The Illingworths have managed to turn up the manuscript for the short book wot I rit at the time of the Diamond Jubilee, aimed at a young audience.
This parody of the royal family arose from an oral story telling that I developed with a class of 36 feral Year 5s, consisting of 8 girls and 28 boys: They were so ‘unteachable’ that they were spilt into two classes of 18 + 2 adults in each class when they became Y6. I only had them one afternoon a week, thank goodness. Just me and the 36 of them. To teach them French! They couldn’t master English never mind French. So we sang In the Jungle / Wimoweh in French and I told them my story.
We gathered on the mat and the feral crew were like putty when I got going with Queen Betty – who had only ever wanted to drink lager and have a McDonald’s. I seem to remember I might have endowed her with incipient Alzheimer’s . Or a foggy memory at the least. She knew Diamond Jubilee Day was important but could not remember why. So, she absconded over the wall of Buck House, loaded with a few crown jewels and clothes in a black bin bag. She had never had to do her own packing.
I seem to remember the black bin bag caused her to be confused for a cleaner at Heathrow. She ended up penniless in Spain and may have got kidnapped. The manuscript will reveal all and I might even serialise it in here. Of course… Pipsy, Charles and Camelia were supporting characters. Along with a few others. History will have introduced new viewpoints …
Thought for the Day
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