Bit les mis out there. Heating is on. The heat is on. Great weekend in London Town and now back in the shire. Back to reality. Routine. Humdrum existence. Not that I particularly have a routine, outside the usual stuff like get out of bed, have breakfast, brush teeth etc. Dunno if having no routine is good or not. Also when I say mis it isn’t really mis. Ok it is cloudy and maybe even drizzly but why should we call that miserable? It’s life, Jim, as we know it. The changing of the seasons. I like weather.
Over the weekend we caught the Northern line twice on both Saturday and Sunday. Balham and back. Bal ham. Don’t know about you but sometimes when I am on the tube I while away the time by commenting on the stations we pass through. Clapham Common as muck for example. Stock well. Gotta keep those kitchen cupboards filled, for a rainy day. Today is rainy and I expect the good residents of Stock well will be well prepared. The well prepared of Stock well. I daresay there are other London underground stations worthy of comment or observation but those are the two that spring to mind.
We now have a week of being sensible until the next outing which is a campervan trip to Woodhall Spa. This trip will be all about layers. Warmth. Possibly even gloves although I rarely have to resort to gloves at this time of year. That comes with the fierce temperature drops of January and February when the east wind blows across from the Ural mountains and forces us to huddle around the fireplace. Even that weather can only be described as bad if you are unprepared.
Operations now moved to the shed which is beautifully warm as I forgot to switch the heating off last night when I returned to the house and the company of the lovely THG. No fox action to report, at least from the side of the lake. It did momentarily appear in the front drive at oh two thirty three but seemed to change its mind when the floodlights came on and turned around and left. I download any relevant lakeside vids when I get to the shed as the hotspot doesn’t extend as far as the house. Sfine.
Not having a routine I am now sitting here wondering what to do. I leave for the pool at around noon (ok that is a weekday routine) so have some time to fill. I do need to make a start on the new tabletop for the shed. I have a couple of wooden crates on which is positioned a tabletop made out of two bits of scaffold planks glued together. The plan has always been to stick things on the scaffold planks to add a bit of interest. I have a load of things ready to stick. Stuff like old gig tickets, boarding passes, interesting postcards etc. The gig tix and boarding passes will be fairly old as it’s all done on your phone these days.
One of the wooden crates is filled with packets of pretzels and crisps purloined from the first class lounge at Kings Cross station. They will eventually be consumed but not at the mo. When I hit my fighting weight. Hopefully before their use by date. The plan with the crates is to stencil something onto them but don’t know what yet. Obvs I’ll let you know when I know.
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Had a couple of slices of ham and two tomatoes flunch washed down with a glass of h2o. On the way back from Total Fitness I stopped by Newland Pharmacy to pick up a prescription. Had a sms from the NHS over the weekend to say it was ready. No it wasn’t. Come back after 4pm. That’s the second time this has happened.
At TF I popped into the steam room, something I don’t often do. Was in a short while on my own quite enjoying being there when a couple of women came in and started talking about tv shows. The inane chatter drove me out and into the shower.