Sunday. 4.40 p.m. So, here I am, on a Sunday afternoon. Nothing much to do except read, take Alfie for a walk, and peel potatoes for my evening meal. (Pork chops, roast potatoes and broccoli, if you must ask.) A bit like the Hancock's Half-Hour 'Sunday Afternoon At Home'.' Virtually nothing happens. Hancock moans and complains about the fact it's raining, Miss Pugh (his secretary, played by Hattie Jacques) has cooked lunch and Hancock complains about her gravy. It's obviously very thick and the fact that it doesn't move! A brilliant bit of scriptwriting by Galton and Simpson. The ability to write about virtually nothing is a real art, and it brings out the various characters' little foibles. I have heard this episode many times and it's just as funny each time I hear it.
As I write this, the fire alarm has gone off. I have shut the lounge door as the alarm goes off in the entrance hall, and you can't hear yourself think with the confounded alarm. Alfie doesn't like loud noises, which is why he's laying near the door. A fire engine has arrived and is parked outside. Along with a police car. Hope they arrest the idiot who has set the alarm off (just hope it's not me as I have only just put the potatoes into roast. Perhaps they should charge £25 for each call-0ut, which is a sort of false alarm, which might make people a bit more careful. Just hope they manage to turn the alarm off soon as it's difficult to think properly.
The alarm stopped after around twenty minutes, by which time my ears were ringing. But it was such a relief! I just wish people would learn to cook, smoke or whatever, without setting off the fire alarms. Perhaps they had forgotten to take out toast from their toaster or left something in the oven which burnt. Whatever it was, it caused an annoyance.
Monday. 5.40 a.m. Alfie and I were out at 5.15. I'm not going to stay indoors when it's light and there's no rain. No sign of foxes, but one can hope to see one or two at some stage if you get up early enough. I have my electric fan on in my bedroom as it's already hot in the flat. Just crazy.
Why did I choose the title for this blog post? I have no idea, but I suppose it reflects life at Dexter House. It's all bingo and , jelly, gardening and more bingo. The fun of it is too much, nothing more and nothing less. That may be for some who live here, but not for me.
I am currently doing checks on my car before going to Worcester. I forgot how to open the bonnet, so I went on Google and, hey presto! It's easy. It's not a thing I do regularly, as the car was serviced in November and had an oil change. The oil level seems fine but now I need to check the tyre pressure, not a job I actually relish, but it must be done. I think I will do it the next time I top the car up with diesel.
10.55 a.m. I have been to the Shell filling station in Grafton Street to fill the car up with diesel. You have to move quite a long way forward otherwise you can't get the hose to reach the filler on my car and I have to remember that the filler is on the driver's side. I pad in the kiosk and got two £1 coins to operate the airline. A car was already using the airline so I waited near the pumps and then moved the car to the area which had the airline in it. It took me a while to discover where you put your coins to start the machine, It's not very well-marked. Then I pulled out the hose to start the job of putting air in each of the four tyres. It's a messy business and I got a black mess on my hands from the tyres and undid each of the caps on the tyres. Then I had to wrestle with the hose, which keeps wanting to rewind itself back into the machine, so you have to put one foot on it to stop it, this manoeuvre is rather like wrestling with a snake. It was at this point that I think it's somewhat like a scene from a television comedy and could imagine Rowan Atkinson's character Mr Bean attempting to deal with the hose and getting himself into a terrible but hilarious situation. Anyway, having dealt with these things the car is now ready for my journey to Worcester on Friday afternoon.
Tuesday. 6.00 a.m. Here we are again! Alfie and I were out at 5.15 this morning. A slight chill in the air and, according to the BBC Breakfast weather forecast, a likelihood of rain later today.
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