Saturday, 15 July 2017

Friday 14th July 2017

It was, at least, Friday. And if I ignore the urgent automated mails from the travel expense system, I had little to do. There is copy and pasting. I mean there is always copy and pasting. I get up in the morning, thankful of eight hours ahead of copy and pasting. It is better than giblet stuffing, square bashing, live armed guard in a thunderstorm and being under trained on a survey ship. There is coffee to drink, breakfast to eat, garden waste to put out for collection. In other words, another rock and roll filled day.

The weather outside taunts me with its warmth and sunshine. I would love to go outside and play in the summertime, but I really had better copy and pasting.

By the end of the afternoon I had completed 500 lines of the spreadsheet, and I think I am just about halfway through the main document. I don't even have to pretend to work when the Le Tour is on, as it starts late as its a short mountain stage, so I can finish the section I was one, send mails out and be all packed away ready for the grande depart.

Up mountains, down mountains, through crowds cheering them on. It is mesmerising stuff, and compelling, and I am sure people from all over the world are watching the same pictures too.

Only highlight of the day, and the only picture taken, is of the new Public Service Broadcasting album which was delivered, and also comes in 180g clear vinyl. Lovely.

One hundred and ninety one Jools arrives home and provides me with coffee as I am stuck to the sofa watching the cycling. We both agree that it is the weekend.

At six, she goes out to get fish and chips, we don't have the every Friday, but most Fridays. You know, like the good Christians we're not. Anyway, fish, chips, bread and brews is perfect. And requires no cooking from yours truly.

And in a real change, with an early start for the drive to the orchid fields in the morning, I go to Tesco at seven on a Friday evening! what madness is this? Well, Corrie is on, and Deadenders too, I think, so it will be quiet, with only a few families out with screaming children to break the silence. I use the shop and scan thing, but in a new development, all my shopping has to be checked, so the poor assistant has to go through re-scanning everything. But I have not missed anything, and am allowed to leave after paying.

And that was it, as far as excitement goes. We have coffee with a bowl of strawberries, raspberries and cream for supper. Not always the wisest move, but it hit the spot.

But tomorrow is Saturday, and there will be orchids.


nztony said...

Crikey mate - Tescos at 7pm on a Friday and not 7am on a Saturday - you have been living life on the edge since I left!

jelltex said...

I know, you showed us to push our envelopes!

nztony said...

You know me, I don't like to see stationery stationary for too long.