Saturday, December 17, 2016

in the wet

Went across and fed the animals at my sister's place before dusk, then served up some spinach and ricotta cannelloni and ate while I listened to a podcast of the radio serial THE ARCHERS. I haven't heard an episode for a year or more but it's surprising how easily you can pick up a soap opera.

Everything was fine on the drive home, even though it was raining lightly. But when I got out of the car, the velcro holding my wallet closed gave way and I ended up squatting down gathering up all the credit cards and similar that were spread across the driveway. 

Fortunately nearly all these are now plastic rather than paper, and a bit of damp seemed to do them no harm. But I felt quite chilled by the time I got inside out of the rain...

Sunday, December 11, 2016

One for the books

When I was in Vinnies thrift shop this week with Keith Curtis, I paused to look at an old book. 
Our conversation went as follows:
"Look at this one.."
"Yes, I saw that."
"By Ilf and Petrov..."
"..the Russian humorists."
"They wrote ..."

About this stage, I began to feel I was taking part in that famous exchange between Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty:
“Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind."
"Then possibly my answer has crossed yours.”