Saturday March 15, 2008
I spent practically the whole day yesterday browsing through Youtube, seeking out vintage songs and tunes. I enjoyed myself so thoroughly that I couldn’t tear myself away.
From time to time Graham would pop his head around the study door to ask “who’s that?” and “is that the original?” Sometimes my memory provided the answer, sometimes not.
It’s an activity that’s well suited to the sitting quietly, not making a mess mode in which we live whilst selling a house.
No nibbles on the house yet. I’m half expecting one or two this weekend but as we get closer to noon it becomes less likely. Easter weekend and the following week are the most favourable. Otherwise it’s a matter of sitting back and waiting. Except for one day a week when I get cabin fever and have to get out of the house no matter what, I seem to be quite good at sitting and waiting.
The weather is still calm, grey and cloudy, with the occasional drift of mizzle rain. It’s getting milder every day, though, and things are sparking into life even here in the ashpalt and brick jungle. I actually heard a song thrush yesterday.
Dolly loves the calmer weather and is spending increasing amounts of time out in the garden, sitting erect in a semi-fugue state. Calm it may be but we do live in a high density place and there are strange noises that disturb Dolly now and then. When that happens she snaps awake and comes dashing in to check that us humans are about and alert enough to see off any approaching threat.
“I wonder what we’ll do on a Saturday morning when we’re back in Wales?” I pondered earlier on.
“Much the same as we’re doing now. Not shopping, that’s for sure. Saturday morning shopping is the pits.”
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