Rising at the thunderous crack of dawn I was ready by 9:30 to wander slowly round to the Town Hall for the Commonwealth Flag Raining Ceremony. This year it included a commemoration for the Greta War also and I was employed to bring along a couple of descendants off the fallen.
Two at least arrived, along with the British legion and others concerned. The ceremony went off smoothly enough, the commemoration likewise. This then involved chat with many while stuffing fattening cakes down ones throat. I suffered this happily.
This was followed by searching through one or two boring books in the museum as I had been instructed to search for info by this weeks boss. Having done so I was then employed aiding the other boss deal with one of the schools in for the Victorian day. This went very well and a decent bunch of kids came and went with feather pens and stretchy men, but what stretchy men had to do with Victoria I do not know! Home pooped and still not recovered.
Sleep wherefore art thou mush?
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9 comments:
Sleep is definitely not over-rated.
I wonder what a stretchy man is. Not one who has just got up, I guess.
Some nights sleep just won't come....and the sheep refuse to be counted.
Lee, I agree.
Jenny, I will post one one day.
It must be the cake...the effort of forcing yourself to eat in the interests of social cohesion is telling on you.
Fly, I know which sheep you mean!
Fly, I consider that a duty...
Way too much to do on a Monday. Boring books. I refuse to search boring books. If it does not catch my fancy by the first few pages then back on the shelf it goes. Tell the bosses that be that life is too important to do boring. Since we in the South like to do at least 3 layer cakes my imagine of mouths wide open to stuff the cakes was at high alert. Peace
Lady, Books are good!!!
Though those ones were boring.
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