The kitchen is awash with noise. Kettle boiling drowning out the sound of the Sunday service. The latter is just nice relaxing background music and words anyway. The boiling kettle signifies a second pot of tea in the making. Glug, glug. Glug. Good word, glug. I bet it was one of Shakespeare’s.
No rush to prepare breakfast. A variety of ingredients are available and I am sure that a satisfactory breaking of the fast is in prospect. Bagel is on the menu. I am able bagel. Tinned grapefruit. No preparation required other than opening the tin 🙂.
An organ bashes out a tune unknown. Unrecognisable at least. I can’t imagine they have an organist who isn’t able to play the instrument. Must be based on an actual piece of music. Turns out they were playing us out. Dee dee dee da dee…
Went to see an organist at the Cathedral last summer. He was famous for his improvisation skills. The programme had one ten minute piece of improv. I timed it, partly because I was getting bored with the entertainment. His piece of improvisation lasted thirteen minutes. That’s three minutes longer than billed. I mentioned this to him afterwards. Went right over his head 🙂
A programme called Point of View has come on. It’s as bad as Thought for the Day. V boring. Sorry love. Monotone delivery. When you think about it the titles mean the same thing. Problem is I can’t be bothered to get up to turn off the wireless. Update, apaz we have to put up with it because Paddy McConnel is up next and THG likes him. Fair enuff.
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The wireless is off and a cup of tea in hand in the snug. I like to finish off breakfast this way. Call it a routine. At least during the darker months. In spring and summer I tend to sit in the conservatory, sometimes with the doors open. Enjoying the outdoors indoors. Sometimes if it’s warm enough I’ll even take breakfast out to the patio. Not today. The snug is warmer than the conservatory right now.
This morning the lawn is a lawn of two halves. One half has the leaves cleared and the other hasn’t. Significantly the football that has been there most of the summer is still in the middle of the lawn. Game of two halves. Hasn’t even been rolled by the wind. Hopefully the leaves will stay put until THG gets the rake onto them.
This afternoon we have a plethora of sporting choices to entertain us. The highlight is the key top of the table ish clash between the Peul and Man City followed after dinner by the snooker final. There are a few other games of lesser interest such as Man U v Everton. These bottom half of the table matches are of little interest to the majority other than perhaps as an opportunity to smile condescendingly at the performance of United in a mildly disinterested manner. Bless. An ongoing tale.
This morning I have a couple of jobs to do. I need to stuff the chicken. I am an expert at making stuffing. Then I have a bit of a craft job to do for THG who has made some small decorative Christmas trees but need a base making to enable them to stand up. I am happy to help here. It’s what you do innit. I’ve known the girl for thirty eight years, married for thirty six.
Mind you she does sometimes put highly ambitious things on the jobs list without understanding the implications. I’ll say to her that is a half a day job or a one dayer or it will need two of us as I can’t do that on my own. Or even that is physically impossible or we will have to pay someone to do that. The base for the little Christmas tree provides just the right mix of the amount of time needed and creative input required.
Plus skill with hand tools. I was, being of an age, going to say “blokey type of things” but actually that would not be right. Our Hannah is impressively skilled with tools and diy. When I was at school boys did woodwork and metalwork and girls did cookery and sewing, or similar. That division of skills has quite properly been cast into the dustbin of history.
Anyway it is after ten o’clock and I’m not dressed yet. Got a chicken to stuff. Ciao amigos.