....and it's not even Friday.
After seeing to the things I had to do 'int village', I had two choices
Go to get two more raffle prizes for the BBQ and pin the Kenya board up for display...for Saturday...
or...go home and catch up with Bill Bryson 'Down Under', while lying in the sunshine and doing intermittent house chores.
The Bill Bryson vote, hands down.
I had had yet another engineer visit from Openreach and I was informed that my supply was coming from 6k away. If I was to opt for a better service, i.e. one that is not constantly dropping off, I should go for the fibre optic option and get my connection from 400m away. Now they tell me : {
How many engineers have visited in the last month? Enough to have a party.
After getting this news, and deciding to phone my broadband host, I thought better of it as I was to be held in a 'high volume of calls' queue. This translates in my head as, 'If you have all the time in the world and nothing better to do, by all means stay on the line and wait for, at least, boredom o'clock before we connect you with one of our customer service team and by which time you will have glazed over with boredom and frustration and will classify as 'not too happy a customer'. Otherwise, honey, go live the day and phone us another time'. So, as I did not want to impress my 'not too happy a customer' mode onto them (cos it isn't that pretty). I went to live the day.
After lending a few helping hands, while shopping, during the morning - for example pointing out that chickpea flour is AKA Gram flour, in my local fruit, veg, health shop...telling off a couple of idle lads that they should be helping the beautiful lady manager shift things...so that she would not break her back...that kinda thing, prescription repeat, chemist moment and generally adoring all the pooches that I saw today (and one in particular, a "Lassie" Collie - who was SO beautiful, as they tend to be). Boxes ticked. Bill Bryson and sun lounging was calling.
Bill Bryson is a writer that offers hilarity, serious, fact, fiction, history, travel adventure and a great astute perspective on the peoples, the lands that he travels to (and through) The 'Down Under' book is full of surprising facts about Australia, and funny stories. Bryson creates such an all rounded travelogue that he can virtually take you there. That's a talent.
Missed vocation: Book Reviewer.
I find myself laughing out loud at some of his commentary. Bryson is not for everyone, he has piss-taking perfected to the nth degree. His books are rife with sarcasm and quick wit and he uses the word 'asshole', 'fucktard/ed' , and other American crude expletives, quite casually, but sparingly. Of course, I like that. An intellectual man, with mild tourettes. Just my thing. Then, curious to discover why I resonate so highly with this particular writer....I looked him up....'Bill Bryson Birthday' and I discover...8th December, 1951. Team Sagittarius/Ophiuchus. And there we have it, suspicions confirmed.
My farm grown organic veg box delivery had a recipe card in todays box, so I decided to check out how good a recipe it could be. It was an excellent recipe and I made my own falafels. Now, I don't like to sound full of myself (all the time) but I'm quite sure that I have just made the most delicious falafels that I have ever tasted using their broad beans and my garden herbs, and gram flour, chillies etc. Well done me. Perfect for my vegan week. Thanks B.N.
Having visited my gorgeous corner shop, because Co-op was offering nothing but lager-craving men and the odd stressed-out woman, I noticed the kids playing cricket outside the shop and I thought about my grandfather - who spent some time in India, playing cricket. Bryson's astute description of the Australians and cricket, as national sport, is quite hilarious.
I have made a good plan for the weekend and I am looking forward to a quiet day tomorrow in prep for the weekend. This sunshine....SO happy to have summer here.
All in all...beautiful day, flowing..nicely.
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