Waking ten minutes before
the alarm went off this morning, I took a solo executive decision to put the
light on, at which Steve pulled the duvet up past his eyes to secure the last
few moments of sleep.
A few days ago before he
left the house he stood and turned to face me before a, ‘Don’t forget to do
this and don’t forget to do that and don’t forget to call Bellmans’ onslaught
delivered with all seriousness, as if he were Henry V shouting “Once more unto
the breach, dear friends once more, or close this wall up with our English dead”
Then he stopped and smiled sweetly saying “Its like having a permanent nag here
isn’t it?” I told him that it was not’ LIKE’ having a permanent nag here, it ‘WAS’
having a permanent nag in the house. But then my return volley of “Cry God for
England Harry and St Geoooooooooorge”, was like having somebody who permanently
quotes Shakespeare in the house, or famous lines from movies. ‘Go on punk…. Make
my day……. Heathcliffe….. Of all the gin joints in all the world….Rosebud’. So what’s
good for the goose if passable for the gander she maybe has it coming.
My swim this morning was
strange. It was like an out of body experience. The girl I usually have to work
to keep up with glared at me more than once and at the end complained that it
was like being chased by a porcupine with my acrylic nails jabbing at her feet.
I had no aches or pains and the swim was not an effort it was more dream like. She
asked if she was swimming slower today but I pointed out that the swim rests
were the same and said I was sorry about the contact but she should do
something about the hard skin!
The set was:
1 x 300 mtrs
1 x 150
Rolling.
From the pool we drove the
couple of miles to Arundel and parked right outside the coffee shop, Osteria in
readiness for later. We ran one lap of the two lap Arundel triathlon run along Mill
Road, through the gates at Swanbourne Lake, up the long steep climb to the
Hiorne Tower, down the road passing the infant school, the St Mary’s Gate Hotel
and ran between the Great Cathedral and the delightful Oberon’s Palace behind
the castle wall, and down the High Street to the Post Office where I thought we
had finished. But, Steve turned back and we walked right up to the top of the
High Street again and then ran one loop of lap run we do in the dark during
winter. THEN came back for the coffee and the sweet almond biscuit they serve
with it.
Because I am still in some
sort of ‘don’t know what to do with myself’ state I have volunteered to go with
Steve on a job this morning. A regular client of ours sent an email asking us
to collect a table he had bought online from Bellman’s Auction. We sent a van
to pick it up and they told the driver it was at their new premises in Winchester! One table.
That he only paid £50 for.
When I told him what he had
done he was apologetic and said he would leave the table if that was easier. He
is a nice man and always a fair man and so we decided to do the trip ourselves
as a day out together where we could finish the quite long book we are listening
to on the journey. We normally have a story on the go that we listen to in the
tub and through dinner and with no long trips of late we would be happy to get
on with the story. It is, The Muse, by Jessie Burton and read brilliantly by
Cathy Tyson who has a delightful Jamaican accent as well as a super posh English
voice for the character Quick. It gets the different vote and we are enjoying listening
to it together.
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