So, I thought before I die and my niece placed all my work in the bin, I would place some of the info on the Great War that I have collected over the years with the museum, in case others wished to research that event or those involved therein. At least appeared a good idea during the week, however, when it came to delivering the thing to the museum I found the effort required to wander five minutes down the road somewhat lacking, and my healthy lettuce, cheese and 'Happy Eggs' omelette for breakfast did not encourage me to move further than my seat.
By ten-thirty the sun was shining outside, it rarely shines indoors, and I dragged my bulk from the chair and headed down the road.
The sun may shine but the wind was chilly still which meant that Englishmen all around were wearing shorts. This is normal round here, and not a Scottish thing. Up north people understand the weather and do not throw away the big coat until it is actually warm, not just when it looks warm. Men in light jackets taking dogs to the park, eyes bright and faces full of eagerness, the dogs not the men, passed offering a cheerful 'Good Morning,' the men, not the dogs.
At the museum I found the woman in charge trying to avoid me, but failing. I explained my visit, signed the form she demanded I sign, found my handwriting does not work thanks to the use of this laptop, and left my info in the Great War to gather dust in the vaults.
The present exhibition in the museum concerns toys from the past. I did not look all around but there appeared to be more toys for girls than boys, possibly because the boys have broken most of theirs or maybe still retain them? I was kept awake by a three year old doing what three year olds do in Toyland, crashing everything to the ground all around them. There were a few in, enjoying watching toys from their past more than the kids were playing with them. I saw none that suited me, but we were poor, and we suffered much loss...
Foolishly I decided to hobble home via the Saturday market. At the first stall I fingered the pillows on offer and spent £5 on two 'Hotel Pillows' that BHS sold for £40. (BHS?) Anyway, I paid £5 which was more than enough for two pillows. I have been meaning to replace my ever thinning pillows for some time. I read that pillows ought to be changed every two years and thought I must look into this, so here I am, some dozen years later actually doing so.
No more spending, no other stall was going to tempt me, and none did.
However, I passed the local butcher, a very good shop indeed, and accidentally fell inside and obtained a couple of pounds of real sausages, as opposed to what the supermarkets sell, for a mere £10:93. Did I say 'mere?' Anyway there are several meals there and one trio of such has sufficed for lunch.
Now, being Saturday, it means football takes priority...
