Monday. 7.20a.m. It's bright and sunny but somewhat muted. The sun hasn't had enough time to warm things fully but we'll wait and see how the weather changes as it surely will.
Later. 2.45 p.m. I've been out with Alfie. It's still sunny but there's still a chill in the air.
Tuesday. 6.40 a.m. Another mild and sunny morning, but not chilly.
I'm busily writing. I have now found a way to link some of the elements together but I'm not going to reveal anything about it on here. It's just going so well that I wouldn't want to ruin it. It's a bit like when you do a jigsaw and you have one piece missing at the end and then- suddenly- you find it, on the floor, behind the sofa, under your mug of coffee, or the cat's sitting on it, the dog is chewing it or whatever. You snap it into place and the whole picture is complete.
I've just completed reading a biography of Roald Dahl, called 'Storyteller,' by Donald Sturrock. A thick volume and it had to be, as he had a full and interesting life. I get the impression that he could be quite difficult and unpredictable, which comes over in his writing, particularly his short stories, which were the basis for the Anglia Television series 'Tales of the Unexpected.' He must have been difficult to live with.
Wednesday.7.10 a.m. It's still chilly. Apparently, according to BBC Breakfast, April 2021 is supposed to be the frostiest since 1960. Difficult to believe.
1.40 p.m. I took Alfie out as I'm taking him to get his hair trimmed later. It was closing over so I thought it was a good idea to get out quickly and I was right. Alfie spends so much time deciding where to have a wee and taking in in circles in the process. Almost gets me tied in knots as he goes round in circles. There were a few tell-tale drops of rain but Alfie insisted on going into the wooded area that borders Oldbrook Green. I said to him 'shall we go home?' and he turned tail and we headed back to the flat.
I took Alfie to The Groom Room at Pets At Home in Bletchley. As soon as he sees me picking up his lead he starts barking and doesn't really stop until he's put into the cage in the back of the car. He does stop barking once we start moving but then starts up again as soon as I draw into the parking space outside Pets At Home.
I have an hour to kill before I have to collect Alfie, so I wander around some of the shops along the parade from Pets At Home. There seemed no point in driving home and then back to collect Alfie. Costa is open, but not to sit in. I think you can order via their app, and I think it's similar to Greggs which is next door. I go into T.K.Maax to have a browse. It amuses me about 'keeping safe,' referring to social distancing due to covid-19. What about if a bus runs you over or an anvil hits you as you walk along the path outside? Me just being crazy, but this sort of thing does make me think of this sort of 'safety.'
I've managed to transcribe several pages of writing onto word processing, using the speech-to-text function on my iPad. Quite a useful bit of technology and definitely saves time.
Thursday. 8.40 a.m. It's another bright and sunny morning. But, again, quite chilly first thing.
Friday. 6.55 a.m. I've just taken Alfie out, as normal. He did his wee on the grass immediately outside where we come out of the door, but he insisted on taking me back inside to the front door. We normally walk along the path towards Oldbrook Green, but it wasn't interesting. When he doesn't want to do something, he won't change his mind and it's quite difficult to get him to do the opposite. For a small dog, he's surprisingly strong and more or less locks his legs.
Regarding the weather: it's mild and sunny, but there's still a chill in the air.
Incidentally, this post is number 1550. Another landmark for this blog!
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