Dunno about you but I woke up with gummed up eyes. Yesterday they started to get bit sore, at separate times, and I made the sitch worse by rubbing them. Eye drops may have made a difference. Not sure. Today they are not sore. Just a bit gummed up. The everyday story of life in Lincoln in the twenty first century.
Gonna have a relaxing morning with a spot of brunch as opposed to breakfast. Well a lateish breakfast anyway. Funeral this afternoon so I need a shave and decide what to wear. Not had a steer for this one. Black isn’t me really. Slooking like a nice day for it.
Since homeworking became the norm, over ten years ago now, I don’t shave every day. This is partly because if I go swimming I shower at the pool and don’t shave. Shaves then are reserved for when I shower at home. The decision on whether to shave or not is no longer based on needing to be clean shaven for work. Who cares anyway?
I’m not a beard type. Grew one during lockdown but didn’t get on with it. Same with long hair. Tried the pony tail and decided it was not for me 🙂Now that I mention it I must get a haircut. Not today though.
I was planning on going to the gym but am not now so this morning I will pick more apples. This time using the ten foot ladder as I’ve already snaffled the lower down ones. Still going to have lots rotting on the floor but a) we don’t have enough storage boxes and b) this is our first year making cider so probably better not make too large a batch. I’m not normally a cider drinker.
Also at some stage I need to pop down to Fosters to buy a joint of pork for Sunday. Our Joe is visiting so decided to do a roast. Apple sauce and gravy. Hopefully lots of good crackling though I am not a master of that art.
The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is in full sway. A great time of year. Historically a time to grow fat in readiness for the long, lean winter months ahead. In twenty twenty four this does not apply as one recognises the need to shed a few pounds and can normally rely on Waitrose for a continued supply of staples such as sourdough, kumquats, posh olive oil and balsamic vinegar (etc). Not sure they do kumquats actually. Just threw that in the trolley for effect.
The opting not to grow fat bit is partly due to the recognition that the weight needs shifting in the opposite direction but also down to the fact that next year we have a big family wedding to prepare for and it would seem the right thing to do. I have not yet been informed of the dress code but it will quite likely involve the wearing of a suit, a garment that I do not currently possess. In fact it is quite likely twenty five years since I last wore a suit. Omg wth. We shall see. Exciting nonetheless. I like a good wedding and this should be as good as it gets.
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STOP PRESS – End of an era. The milkman has delivered his last pint to the Davieses on Wragby Road. He was a no show on both Monday and Wednesday so I called their head office in Peterborough today only to be told the Newak mob had gone udders up.
I need time to digest this as it affects my daily posting. I’m off to a funeral this pm but will give it some thought over the next day or two with a view to a final post on the subject. Eulogy to a milkman.