I suffered one of those embarrassing moments yesterday when I completely forgot I had an online meeting. Neil left in the morning to head to Rhodes (with everyone else on the island judging from the line of cars queuing to get on the boat), and I got on with some work. Later, I had a physio appointment, then did some shopping, and came home to be home alone. Lunchtime came, and I found a series of ‘The Amazing Race’ I’d not seen, so I put that on while I had my lunch, and then pottered about washing up, and wondering what to do for the rest of the day, and then thought I might as well go and turn my computer off… And that’s when I saw the whacking great reminder note by the PC, and the time, and rushed to my Teams things only to be 25 minutes late. Ah well. I’ve rescheduled.
Yesterday N heading to Rhodes. I was warm enough to swim/sunbathe.
Feeling terribly guilty, I went about the rest of the afternoon, reading, watching a documentary, and I contemplated going for a walk, but knew I would be walking down town today and possibly back up depending on the size of the parcel I have to collect, so I wasn’t too bothered. The Blue Star came back just after five, and I stood on the balcony and watched the cars coming from it. It took about 15 to 20 minutes for them to snake around the jetty and reach the main road. I mean, where do they all come from and go to? And why on a Wednesday? After that, I decided I needed a new toaster, so I popped down to the household shop, made my choice, paid my money and was on the way home when I was called into Rainbow for one, and ended up chatting to David and Clare for about four more. The defence rests.
Later, at home, having checked out and tested the new toaster (all good there), I settled in to watch… What? Browsing Netflix, I saw something that acted as a ‘trigger’ I think the modern term is. You know how you see trigger warnings on the screen before a TV show saying things like, ‘Language’ (not a silent film then), and ‘Product placement’ (because tins of Coke and jars of Marmite might cause someone to leap from the nearest cliff). Well, as I was browsing I was triggered into heading to YouTube to find recordings of the 1980’s show, ‘Treasure Hunt’ with Kenneth Kendal and Annika Rice. Don’t ask me why. It was probably the most entertaining couple of hours I’ve enjoyed in a long time. ‘Are you in the helicopter? Can you hear me?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘Can you hear me?’ ‘Is it Queen Elizabeth the First?’ ‘Are you in the helicopter?’ ‘Hello?’ More is planned for this evening, after the piano lesson and after H and I have watched the first part of a three-parter about the life of Mozart.
