Opened an eye. 5.44. Next time it opened the clock showed 5.50. Six minutes of my life gone in the blink of an eye. Dozed a bit more. At 6.30 I went downstairs and made the tea. If THG is away I don’t bother making the tea. She is not away that often. Making the tea in the morning is a bit of a ritual. I daresay you have your own routines.
This morning I have a clear mind. Feeling relaxed. Who knows what might happen. Unlikely to be much. The shed needs tidying but it doesn’t feel like that sort of clear mind. It is the Sabbath after all. Wouldn’t want to be excommunicated for working on the Sabbath which did use to happen. Not to me obvs. Maybs.
There are two aspects to the job of shed tidying. There’s a lot of clutter that needs sorting but I also have a few things that need passing on to someone who might do something with them:
- An old telescope I bought second hand but have never really used because we have too many trees around us and whenever I tried the sky was too cloudy.
- A perfectly good banjo I bought meself for my 30th birthday but never really picked up. Needs a new machine head and a bridge so a nice simple project for someone.
- A spanish guitar I seemed to have picked up from somewhere. It’s a spare. I don’t need it.
If you think you could use any of these items drop me a line/swing by for a looksee. I’ll stick the kettle on.
I also need to hoover the shed and give it a bit of a dusting. Floor also needs a mop putting to it. I’ll try getting that done before I go in for the op which is only a fortnight on Tuesday now. We are hosting a 6 Nations session for one of the March games so the shed will need to have been sorted by then. Unlikely to get the mopping done. Whonose.
Quite like the time of year when the 6 Nations is on. Actually the time of year is crap but the rugby makes it a bit easier to take. It isn’t even the rugby, especially right now if you are Welsh, although Ireland does mitigate the sitch. It’s the craic. Gone are the days really where we would pile into a pub or the rugby club to watch the games. Home comforts are preferred these days and there is enough of a crowd of us to make it a good atmosphere.
So I am trying to decide what sort of a clear mind I have. Who or what will benefit from this clarity? Perhaps my mind is so clear that it wants me to lean back in a trancelike state and focus on nothing. Elevate myself to a higher plane. It is the Sabbath after all.
There are some people for who the Sabbath means going out for brunch with friends. We did that when we lived in London before we got married. Perhaps we should consider doing it in Lincoln sometime. If anyone wants to pop somewhere relaxing for a coffee and a croissant or even a full blown English hit me up. Take the Sunday paper. We don’t get a Sunday paper any more but I would buy one especially. Something with a suitably highbrow section natch 🙂 Is there such a paper? Perhaps that’s not what folk want on a Sunday.
It could be something that reveals the sophistication of the reader. Le Monde or the International Herald Tribune or simlar. Maybs. The Weekend FT is good and it doesn’t matter that it is printed on the Saturday. The good stuff has nothing to do with the news. Having a few sections it is also quite handy to keep for lighting the fire. As I recall the Sunday Times has more sections but I draw the line at reading that comic. What is needed is something without too much news.
When I were a lad I subscribed to the Times Literary Supplement but canceled it soon enough. God it was boring. It’s a bit like the time I joined the Poetry Society. Didn’t rejoin for the second year. It was full of people who took themselves far too seriously.
The brunch thing clashes with church for some members of the household so it might just be me but let’s see how it goze. Is it even a thing anymore? It was in London in 1986.
Going out for Sunday lunch is definitely still a thing because we did it twice last year. I’m in two minds about this because I can cook a better roast dinner myself than you would get in a put or a restaurant who have to cater for lots of people. We did have very good roast potatoes in Heaneys in Cardiff last Sunday but the main attraction is just being able to rock up and eat rather than the fact that the food on offer is better than you can do at home. I’m not saying Heaneys was bad, it was good but not Tref good.
I think we will try the White Hart. When I’m over the op. The menu looks good and it is just down the road from us so staggering distance home.
Enough thought of food. It is not the type of clarity of mind I have today, although at this rate the clarity will morph into mist. I made another cup of tea.