Hiphop2 +19 and we bask in the warm glow of a sporting success filled Saturday. I’ll need to tidy up the shed this morning. The Imps moved up to second place in the third division, Wales beat Japan with a high pressure penalty kick in overtime and Ireland walloped the Wallabies. Better night’s sleep though I did listen to the TMS podcast on the Ashes build up. THG is treating me to Avocado on toast for breakfast. Living the dream.
I have been informed that the order of the day is pottering. I am ok with this although my current mobility restrictions hamper the extent to which I can potter. This will change substantially on hiphop2 + 28. A bit like a 2 input NAND gate, the flick of a switch. That’s harking back to my CMOS days.
Tonight we are off out to see a Colin Dudman gig at the Labour Club. The only other time I’ve been there was another of his gigs. It was meant to be a pie and chips evening or simlar but the kitchen couldn’t cope with the volume of orders and it took ages for some people to get their nosh. Must have been a while ago as the MP at the time was there. Her name escapes me. She was a nurse I remember. Col taught two of our kids to play jazz. Piano and sax. May have been a trumpet in there somewhere. They still play.
I am sat in the window of the snug. The sound of frying onions emanates from the kitchen. A chicken casserole in preparation. One of the lights by our front door needs replacing. No idea how long that has been the case. Just noticed it. We left the lights on overnight obvs. One of them anyway. There are two. Immediately added to my jobslist don’t worry. It will be sorted within the SLA.