Thursday May 1, 2008
Some days seem to disintegrate, in spite of the most careful planning. We’d thought of popping over to Street to seek out a couple of bargain shirts for me in the Viyella factory shop. I wanted to go early but Graham wanted to wait for the postman in anticipation of a new LP from Portishead. Portishead won, of course:
How could they not? Sadly, the postman was on go-slow, and didn’t turn up until two-thirty. And did not have the expected LP.
So that wiped out my new shirts trip.
“We’ll go tomorrow, promise,” said Graham.
“No, don’t promise,” I said. “We seem to be in the midst of a winds of change period and promises are dangerous at such times.”
“Ok. You’re right. Best efforts, though?”
“That you got.”
And then I settled down to work through the latest house viewing. They seemed to be a nice couple, and said they liked the house a lot. Graham wasn’t too sure about them, though. In my brief encounter, and taking into account their story and that from the agent, I think we have a 50/50 chance of snaring them. We’ll probably get feedback today (Thursday).
I finished off converting journal files for March 2005, and started setting up for April. March 2005 was a nice month, on review. I’ve no particular recollection of the following April, though, and shall enjoy re-reading the files as I work on them today and tomorrow. The pictures seem to be a motley collection; these are clickable thumbs to show what I mean by motley.
I’d better go apologise to Dolly for describing her as motley. She’ll be wanting her breakfast, too, and dire things are liable to happen if she waits too long. Especially if she has a baseball bat to hand.
And so we face a Thursday with all that it may and may not hold. I gotta admit that these times are being, well, quite interesting, really.
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