Tis the sabbath. A day of rest. No enjoying yourselves now. Somewhat blurry eyed this morning. Something to do with the amount of alcohol consumed last night. Perhaps I shouldn’t have had that brandy at the end of the night. Felt like a good idea at the time. Or maybe it was the Peroni, or the TT Landlord. Can’t have been the gin surely? Not too bad, especially after a couple of slices of toast with THG’s newly made marmalade washed down with a glass of milk. I’ve always been a milk drinker.
Seems fairly still outside. Could do with sticking the heating on but I’d have to go upstairs to do that. Ok I’ve done it. Bet you didn’t even notice the pause in the flow. Of words. The babble of conversation filters through from the kitchen. Our Hannah is home for the weekend. Heading back dahn sarf on the ten fifteen.
Although rest is the order of the day there is some clearing up to do. The black bin is full of bottles and needs to be tipped into the brown recycling bin. The sound of bottles crashing into the bin is quite satisfying. If I can I’ll record it but I won’t have a free hand. Unless I film THG doing it. Not sure she would appreciate that.
The last of the singers left at ten past midnight. Uber. We were joined over Whatsapp by Joe and Lucy from Cardiff for Hark The Herald, fair play to them. There was a slight lag so we had to put the phone on silent. Still it was nice to have them onboard. A couple more carol sessions to go before the big day. THG is making a one off appearance in the church choir next Sunday for which there is a three line whip in place. A rare visit to the church for me. Then it’s the Morning Star carols night on Sunday 21st.
Monday is our only quiet night next week. Urgh. Tuesday, when I’m sixty four, I have a review with my hip surgeon. Shud be gud. Sounds odd to say “my hip surgeon” innit but that is what he is. He isn’t my dentist, he is my hip surgeon. He’s done all my hips 🙂 Not sure I’d call the dentist “my dentist”. It’s “the dentist”. Woteva.
Not fully decided what to do for my birthday. Could be a takeaway I guess. Don’t want to go out, particularly. Maybe a couple of beers early doors. Home early, stick the slippers and cardigan on and have an early night. Certainly not out until quarter to three. I say cardigan but that was only for effect. I don’t actually own a cardigan. It’s on my radar. Chunky one. One day.