I think Fridays will become ‘A catchup on the week and random photo day,’ not that any other day on these pages isn’t random enough.
What have I done this week? Not an easy one to answer as I can’t remember what I did yesterday, let alone… Oh yes. One of the highlights was celebrating 26 years of meeting the man currently throwing himself around the sitting room with grunts and gasps. (Home workout routine before he goes swimming. I, meanwhile, hide and hope I’m not picked on to join in.) We went to Georgio’s Taverna for dinner with a couple of friends and received a hearty feed for a very reasonable price.
I have spent my average of 50 hours per week at this machine wearing away the keyboard and wondering why the H has almost faded and how long the T will last. I have stickers to replace them when I wear out the letters. I’ve spent a couple of hours at the piano trying to master a Mozart sonata I should have mastered years ago but was too busy playing swing, jazz and musical numbers to bother, and have started planning my piano student’s fourth year which should start this month when the schools go back.
Er… Oh, I went up and down the hill a couple of times to plot murders and things. Only book related, you understand. I’ve also been reading about music halls of the late 19th century and how they seemed to be more about scandal and court cases than song and dance. I’ve thought about changing the trap beneath the kitchen sink but not got around to it yet, and I have spent some time cleaning a cupboard. After that wrestle with the website, the tax bill got paid, freeing me up to donate some money to the water board. Michaelis came to read the meter weeks ago, but I’ve not yet seen the bill. It’s sometimes left in the gate, but never taken, and I wonder if it got put in the landlord’s post box by mistake. If so, it’s not there now (and neither is he), so someone may have taken it to pay on his behalf, thinking it was his. I’ll send a random amount to the account to keep things flowing and, one day, pop into the office with a reading to get the definitive bill. One day.
For now, it’s back to 1892, a steam train, a storm, a tower and a rather complicated piece of plotting which needs weeding in the second draft. Oh, I also watered the ‘garden’ this week.
