Every cloud has a sliver lining
Grandad March 30th, 2007
I had to go into town this morning.
As you may have gathered by now, I hate going into town.
But I had to meet some people and, what was nice, they let me use their parking spot. So that was one problem out of the way.
However, I also had to leave a yoke in for repair way up the other end of town, and I wasn’t going to try finding parking there, so I decided to walk. Big deal, I hear you say.
Now I like walking. I used to do a lot of hill walking, and a 25 mile ramble was nothing. But now I have a ‘condition’ [which I am not going to go into] which means that any sort of exercise leaves me knackered. So I walked up to the other end of town and got rammed by the usual clutch of Skobies. I left in the yoke but they told me I’d have to call back later. B*ll*x!!
So back I trundled to the first place and had my meeting. Very nice. I could sit down, and I had a nice cup of coffee.
But then I had to walk up to the other end of town again. I collected the yoke, which was nicely repaired, but at this stage, all strength had gone out of me. I had to rest.
So I found a nice quiet doorway and sat down for a smoke. I was out of the way of the Skobies, and the muscles were beginning to ease, and that cheered me. So I began to sing softly to myself.
Herself is very fastidious about the way I dress when I’m going out, but this morning I’d managed to sneak out in my usual clobber – runners with a sole coming loose, tatty jeans and an old cardigan. I had the cap with me too in case it rained, but I just left that on the ground.
I suppose it was an easy mistake to make. And quite a few people made it.
And I made €83.50.
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Spend it on few lines of speed to put some Ardour in your Larder.
Are you aware you are connecting to the Interweb using a connection called “lithium.onspeed.com” ??
Yeah but it’s ok because they cancel each other out buzz wise y’see.
An oxymoron if you will.
Anti-psychotic and amphetamine in one! What convenience!
It’s no wonder her comments are so strange. She’s becoming an oxymoron.
As long as she doesn’t get a high speed connection.
You think I’m wierd, you should see me da.
I take it you were trying to post a photo there????
Hey grandad you found your second carreer hustling euros on the pavements
Can’t do that. The pavement would become my place of work and no-one would be able to smoke any more. Including me…
Keep it up and you might afford to run for election!
… street musicians …
actually even without the extra euros it sounds like a lovely day.
Grandad,
I notice that your excursions from Belville into town must have attracted the attention of the authorities, they appear to be cutting your access to the arterial route for a fortnight. Is this a programme of deliberate harassment to cage you in with the Sixteens and Yummy Mummies in the hope of silencing you?
@Grannymar – You’ve been absent for a while!! Why would I want to get voted into that den of corruption? Would you want to share a room with Bertie?
@Dario – ? You like or dislike street musicians? Good point though. Next time I might bring the guitar.
@Laurie – I am very glad it is over. I hate towns. I hate the noise and the fumes and the concrete and the crowds. Give me the countryside every time.
@Ian – The local council have made numerous attempts to quarantine me. They are always closing that road. Once again, during the week, they dug up the road at the end of my lane to try to stop me getting out. This is a deliberate attempt to intimidate me, by Bertie and his pals. I WILL PREVAIL!!!