2011 — 20 July: Wednesday
Into every Life the need for a little further supplies shopping seems to creep, regularly. So, ignoring the itchy insect bite on my arm from yesterday's humid stretch of the New Forest, and eschewing breakfast1 in favour of a quieter experience, I shall sup half my cup and then saddle up...
Nice of it to start raining as the time for my lunch date approaches. Still, we weren't intending to go on a picnic. There's some mighty strange music on BBC Radio 3 right now. I'm wondering whether a tune will eventually turn up. It's Bartok's Sonata for 2 pianos and percussion, but it's not a piece I know. Still better than tuning in to hear the boy Cameron, I suspect.
Rather later
Following a very pleasant meal at "Bertie's" in Romsey, Len and I went our separate ways, each visiting a little old lady sharing 50% of his genome. I spent a good part of my visit trying to get my little old lady to understand that two of her granddaughters will be popping in to say "Hi" this Friday. I fear she was even less responsive than that charmer Rupert Murdoch, so I doubt the visit will be remembered, either before or after it occurs. Still, I trust Big Bro will be given an accurate assessment of dear Mama's current cerebral capability in due course.
While I was out there was an interesting delivery:
It's 17:37 and the rain has been quite heavy at times. No matter.
Later still
I enjoyed listening to the podcast interview featuring Hugh Grant and Paul McMullen... here. Talk about "out of the mouths of babes and innocents" :-)