I eventually get up, so much for getting up early. I make breakfast and head to the garden.
It’s been wet, but isn’t, not right now anyway. In fact it is quite pleasant.
The pool is empty of life still. It needs some plants in there.
I check to see if the latest Scottish stones are still standing. They still are.
The grass is slowly repairing around the pool too.
We have a couple of sunflowers still.
And there on one of them is a ladybird type creature. An orange one.
He runs inside the petals.
There he is.
Safe and sound.
The tomato plant seems to have died from the cold. I rejig the canes for the rose instead.
And cut down the tomato plant.
Some things are still trying show some colour.
But for the sunflower heads that are now done I chop them off and
move them into the garage ready to deseed.
And while I should have gone by now, I move the old washing machine from the kitchen to the outside world. Where I leave it.
I leave, yes I actually start walking, where I should have been walking an hour ago. I get so carried away in that garden. There is always too much to do.
I enjoy the walk into town. It’s something I enjoy on a Saturday.
As I head into the shopping center I see something that could only be Cannock. An Electrical Shop with a difference. It only sells beds!
I’m actually going across the street to Specsavers though. The girl I see says its the first time that morning she has been able to sit down. I tell her I’m in no rush. And so I get my new glasses and give them another £95 to have my old ones reglassed.
I do my grocery shopping and come from the green grocers to be approached by one of the girls from the train whom again I’ve not seen since June. We have a good natter.
I head to the bus station where there is a bus waiting for us.
Across the square is the The Station.
And there is a poster for a retro games day, even looks like the Gebs 24 might be coming to town.
So this is them, then.
And this is my shopping. I’m so glad the stop is so close to my house.
I unpack the bags and then get my bag packed. I’m meant to be mending my Skoda for a few hours. But realise it is all going to be a rush, and I’m not meant to be rushing these days. I’m trying to take it easy. So I cancel the car repairs for today and move on.
So these are my new glasses.
They are blue.
But thankgod, not as blue as I remember them.
Well I had better put them back on then.
Before I leave I put the washing machine in the trailer. That's that then lets go, lets go the slow way, over the hills and far away.
2 hours later I arrive.
I find the red door. And give it a knock.
Matt is busy in the kitchen with round cheeses and cheese sauce.
I relax, admire his bike and
eat some crisps before moving the sofa to the front room.
Others come, the house is filled and Matt serves up tea before we play a game. A game where the fattest starts first. The game of Spitting Image.
Politics, scandal, money, and alcohol. What could be better.
An interesting and fun game. But more fun was to come.
The funny face game.
A game of words, that are not words, that are meant to be words, which never come out as words.
What's that your saying George?
Alan is trying to say something,
Is it mumbling bubble bee?
Is he choking?
Is it? It could be anything.
Alan what are you saying?
Its so impossible.
It’s hilarious. And with that me and Alan fall asleep.