Absolutely nothing to report on my OU activities this week, as I haven’t even opened my notebook. And with a little over four weeks to go, that probably isn’t the wisest of moves. My excuse is that until the marked TMA06 is returned, with a blessing (or otherwise) from the tutor that the structure is looking OK (or not), I could be wasting my time pressing on.
Been a busy week, though. Started clearing out the side shed last weekend to make room for the tools I keep under the stairs, so we can use that area for storage. Actually, when I say ‘storage’, I mean a temporary stopping off point where stuff can languish for a few years, until we send it off to our local charity shop muttering, ‘I’d forgotten we had that,’ and ‘We’ll never use that again.’ The clear-out was surprisingly successful, even though it took up most of my afternoons last week and has resulted in piles of rubbish destined for the tip. Not only is under the stairs empty, but the shed has a few bare shelves as well, so room for more bits and bobs!
Chocolate has been high on the agenda, beginning with a free Easter egg courtesy of the Sunday Express and our local newsagent. It was the only one I had, and it didn’t last long. In fact it didn’t even see the end of Monday. Then Wednesday we had a family meal to celebrate my wife’s birthday, and her sister served up a huge chocolate cake with candles. Well, it was those ‘number’ candles that you have to use when single ones simply wouldn’t fit (I realise I’m dicing with having to live on gruel for the next few weeks should she read this!). The cake was delicious, and they insisted we took home what was left. Our favourite niece (I always call her that, even though we only have one) presented us with a massive box of chocolates. By Thursday it was all getting too much for me, and I had to open the chocolates. As for the chocolate cake, we asked some friends if they’d please drop by Friday evening and help us to finish it off. With dollops of cream on top.
To offset the choccy calories, I’ve been doing a lot of walking. The dogs go out each morning for about an hour round the local woods,
then I’ve been walking into town before lunch. Wednesday morning I got lost in Stevenage Old Town. With about 10Kg of bird seed, suet pellets and peanuts in my little haversack, I’d walked down to the old hardware shop to buy a tin of Sadolin for the front door. When we first moved to Stevenage in the early 1970s, I had an evening bar job at the Prince of Wales so thought I’d walk up there and see how the place looks now. Sad to say, it’s no longer a pub. In fact it doesn’t appear to be anything other than an empty building. I carried on in the general direction of ‘home’, and took what I thought was a short cut. And walked… and walked… and walked, until after half an hour or so I began to recognise where I was. When I looked back and saw the cemetery I realised I was quite out of puff. Forget sometimes I’m almost an OAP!
On a final note this week, thank you to everyone who has been reading my blog lately. Friday was the busiest day so far, although I think it was boosted by my old mate in Sydney discovering it and looking back at the previous jottings.
Now, best go and check if that latest TMA has been returned…