Yay it’s a Sunday. Have to own up though. Totes missed the start of the Sunday service. BBC Radio 4. Bugger. Could switch it on now but am already up. We will never know whether it was a thumbs up or a thumbs down. Old fashioned soporific background ‘listening’ or happy clappy. Or high pitched tinny voices. Don’t do it for me.
Anyway tis a bright sunny Sunday out there. Not a time to lie in bed. We already got the extra hour and actually woke up naturally at seven thirty, nay six thirty. Our bedside clock is ancient. As such it doesn’t change time automatically when the clocks change but also gains a minute every three months. I usually correct the time when I flick the switch on the BST/GMT change but didn’t last spring so now it is four minutes fast. Today is the day it gets reset. Keep meaning to buy a new clock.
I do like being back in GMT. Feels right. We don’t need daylight savings. When you visit the Greenwich Observatory and straddle the Prime Meridian it feels right that it is GMT. The rest of the world isn’t interested in measuring their own time zone as a number of hours away from BST are you? Well I’m certainly not.
As I write the dishwasher is being loaded. I was going to say quietly loaded but you can’t load a dishwasher quietly, apaz. Well I certainly can’t. Nobody in our house. Why would you even bother trying?
Today would be a natural day to light the fire. There is a goodly pile of logs in the basket by the fireplace and a trugload of kindling undercover in the wood store at the bottom of the garden. However we are off out this pm so not worth it. There will be another time. Our front room is the perfect size for the fireplace. Warms up very nicely when the fire is lit. In December we have a carol singing party and have to stop feeding the fire after a certain time as it gets too hot with a room full of carol singers.
All is now quiet. THG is busy upstairs getting ready for church and I am not. I’m looking out through the conservatory doors. I see the electric piano and a saxophone, on the chair in the corner. Plus snail trails on the window outside the conservatory. The window cleaner will be along in due course.
I also see the low sun shining through the leaf covered greenhouse roof. The window cleaner also cleans the greenhouse glass before the start of each growing season and once a year clears out our gutters. Must be about now that he does this. I’ll remind him next time I see him. He has to bring different ladders to do the gutters. No way I’m going up there.
With the clocks going back it certainly does feel as if we have extra time to do stuff today. Not that I have anything on the agenda. Problem is I have a lot of spare time all the time. I am sort of getting going on the book but need to double down on this. Maybe this week is it. Especially as THG is off to Liverpool on Wednesday. We are then both in London for the weekend. Laaandan. Hoping to get some trefbash cocktail testing in at the Phoenix Arts Club. Changing the cocktail options this year to reflect the tropical theme. @Mark you will likely approve #IthinkyouknowwhatImtalkingabout.