We were going out to Larky tonight for dinner at Crawford and Nancy’s
The bag was wrapped up and put into a bigger bag ready for tonight’s visit. It was only once the wrapping and packing was done that Scamp noticed the protective bag was still lying on the table. It seemed a shame to undo all that good wrapping just for what was a superfluous protective plastic bag, so she decided to leave it out.
Other than that, we did very little. I browsed the reviews of different phones and came to no conclusion. Eventually Scamp decided we should get rid of the bag of bottles we’d collected during the bin strike. So we loaded the bag into the wee Red car and she drove us up to Tesco because there was a bottle bank there. “Was” is the key word in that sentence, past tense. Boxes with code pads on them, presumably where you can pick up or drop off Amazon deliveries and some sort of similar thing for Tesco pick ups, but no bottle bank. It’s not as if they don’t have the space, because the entire car parking space was empty. We drove a circuit of the area and then went home. I said that we could drive to the council tip and smash the bottles into the big metal skips, but the suggestion was met with a stony silence. We drove home. I’ll probably take the bottles to the skips during the week. I’m not proud (and I like the crashing, smashing noise they make when they shatter!) I once worked with a bloke who said that it’s inbuilt in a man’s brain to throw things into the sea, stones and shells and such. A man will also throw things into a bonfire, wood, paper and anything he finds lying around. Maybe it’s the same with glass bottles and a skip!
Later in the afternoon I went for a walk in St Mo’s. Not a lot of interest, photographically, but a Garden Cross spider repairing a well worn web got PoD.
By then it was time to get ready to drive to Larky and a night with Crawford and Nancy. We drove to Larky and Scamp handed Nancy the bag with the bag inside and she was delighted with her yellow handbag. Crawford also seemed pleased with his bottle of Bowmore whisky. After dinner, Crawford asked me “Did you bring your guitar?” and I replied “Of course!”. Once the table was cleared, we went through his song book. He played ukulele and I played acoustic guitar. We could only have been playing for about half an hour when Scamp told me it was time to go home. I looked at my watch and it was just after 11.30pm! Where had the night gone? I was sure we’d been playing for about half an hour when it was closer to an hour and a half at least.
We drove home in the dark, which is a strange feeling when you’re not used to it. No time to write and post the blog because we needed to be up and out by 10.15am to drive to Brookfield for the dance class.
Of course, this is a catch-up blog … again. But it’s traditional to say at the end what we’re going to do the next day. We are hoping to go dancing.
