Monday June 2, 2008
An odd, disjointed day, covering a stream of activities and locations.
We started our excursion by calling in at the Post Office depot to pick up a packet that’d failed delivery on Friday. Another ‘used’ LP for Graham, this one was ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie.
While waiting in the car for Graham to be served I noticed an ornate Victorian footscraper all forlorn and neglected by a front door in Friarn Street. These used to be found on all street-fronting town houses, great and small, and were used by gentlemen to remove the mud from their boots. Not so much mud about in towns these days, I suppose, and I’m not sure these foot scrapers would be of great use in cleaning trainers even if there were.
Boot scraper, Bridgwater
Then we carried on to the holiday camp where Graham was required to attend a planning meeting–I snoozed happily in the caravan to the sound of the sea–and from there, running late, over to Taunton where he was booked in for an eye test as a necessary preliminary to the purchase of new spectacles. His first bi-focals. They’ll be ready for collection in about two weeks and I’m wondering if there’s a Hallmark occasion card to celebrate.
After nibbling subways for lunch there were a stream of small side errands, here there and everywhere, it seemed, until my poor legs began to fail. I tottered off to the car while Graham went on with the last call on his list.
Time we got home I was exhausted, and far too late for my siesta. I tried for a rest on the bed, and managed to snooze for about ten minutes before the evening kidlets started out on their trampolining, shrieking to one another over the fence tops. How they do scream! The plus side is that if indeed they were being eviscerated on a fence spike you’d be excused for taking no notice. “Dear little children,” you’d be likely to say, smiling. “They do love their trampoline sessions!”