>Okay, so the thunderstorm dance I did for New YORK State got a teeny bit confused, thought I meant the county of YORKshire (God’s own, apparently), and forgot the thunder part … And a very nice package delivered recently was almost perfect in every way, but it was supposed to be a single. Never mind though, eh? At least we’re getting there. I just need to have a sturdy word with the Cosmos.
I had a lovely day off yesterday. I drove to Cleethorpes where I was lucky enough to park up on the front – the place was packed. I went for an idle stroll along the promenade in the sunshine, had sausage and chips (fries) for my dinner (lunch), sheltered from a small shower while people-watching, walked back along the prom, and made myself comfy while I alternated between reading my book and watching people again. Oh, did I forget to take some work? Oh dear, how sad, never mind.
At about 4pm we had the most cracking storm, which started with quite a long, low rumble of thunder that we thought must be a jet. I was in my car and nattering on the phone with the keep fat buddy by this time. The rain got so heavy and so fast, I could hardly hear her, but she could hear the rain. Before the storm the tide was out, although the red flag had gone up and the beach attendants were out on the quad bikes telling everyone to get off the sandbanks. Ten or 15 minutes later the rain had stopped, but the Humber looked as though the tide had come in ultra-fast.
I do love a good storm.
I drove home, then crashed on the settee … and woke up 2 hours later. I’ve had a heavy week one way or another and I think it caught up on me. Fortunately the 2 hours didn’t affect my normal sleep and I even slept in this morning.
The petrol light came on in the car on the way to work, so that made me even later than I was already as I had to fill up. The lady before me had clearly forgotten her purse (wallet). I thought she said she’d put £34.50 in the tank, only had £20, and could she please bring back the rest on the way home later? The lady in the petrol station was, in my opinion, very gracious, and she said of course. It was only when I walked past the first lady again on the forecourt that I noticed her petrol pump said £20.04. It was 4p she owed the garage, so the lady inside hadn’t been as generous as I thought. Still, though, there are some that would have hijacked the lady’s car anyway and made her make alternative arrangements, so bravo to the woman in the garage.
We’ve agreed the page plan on the magazine, and most of the articles are in. Some have also been translated. I’m going to have a quiet day today, slowly working my way through, formatting, printing, editing – longhand, editing – electronic, saving, more printing, and uploading. I like to do as many in one go as possible for consistency. I’ll be busy, but nicely so.
Tomorrow is another chores day, but I’ll decide later whether to do the shopping on my way home this evening or tomorrow. Saturday evening I go to see a new band in a new venue with the gig buddy. On Sunday I hope to go walking around Calke Park in the morning, and Calke Abbey in the afternoon, if it’s open. At some point over the weekend my walk around Clumber Park will appear, complete with pictures.
Have a great weekend.