Farewell to Victoria Wood. I can’t order soup, or listen to anyone else ordering soup, without visualising Julie Walters proffering two sparsely populated soup bowls with the immortal line “Two soups?” I wonder if sales of Woman’s Weekly will increase, now we’ve all listened again to the ballad of Freda and Barry?
I multi-tasked yesterday as I wore in an new pair of walking boots, whilst doing the ironing. The boots are for a painting course this weekend, for which I also needed to acquire waterproof trousers. With this in mind, Alice and I popped into a local countryside store. Stock was limited all sections, except the gun section (which seems to be gradually taking over the rest of the shop). The changing room consisted of a free-standing hardboard box in the centre of the shop. This is a relatively new store, so I’m unsure why they didn’t include fitting rooms in their original build. As I hopped from leg to leg, in my waterproof trews, a little while notice above the mirror caught my eye. Apparently someone called Emma was doing worm counts, you just needed to ask at the counter.
Who knew watercolours were on a par with the three peaks challenge? I thought it was all cups of tea and Jane Austin. I will report back next week. Me, Gramps with his COPD, his chronic sense of direction and a warning of sleety weather – what could possibly go wrong?
Poor Maurice needed to go the vet’s yesterday. Everyone knows dachshunds conform to an unspoken agreement; whereby said dogs are obliged to contribute to said vet’s vehicles and foreign travel. He (not the vet) looked very sorry for himself and kept tail was tucked up under his tummy, which is a sure sign (in a happy dog) of back or hip pain. Even sitting in the sunshine eating a carrot didn’t help to lift his mood. When Alice returned from college, there was no tail wagging, bottom wiggling or happy squeaking.
Poor little chap returned from the vets, injected and divested of the contents of his anal glands – I left the contents at the vets and have to say that so far, I have not missed them. He is now much improved, though not quite back to normal; so no X-Rays at this stage. With many breeds this may not have been a cause for concern, but daxies are prone to back problems , so we are being extra careful.
We saw Seth Lakeman at the McMillan theatre this week. This was a solo tour so no band and none of the usual dancing and hi-jinks. The theatre is a great venue, wherever you sit, you can see! Most theatres seem not to have planned their seating this way and haven’t allowed for a tall person sitting in front of a short person. It was a ‘sitting down and listening event’; not so for some of the ladies showcasing their finest going-out Lycra, who hung over the balconies and shouted inappropriate comments. Seth had been at a gig in Totnes the previous night, and remarked that there were some strange people there. The lady next to me quipped that “there are some very strange people here”. In the interests of education I thought it necessary to point out to her that they may be strange in Totnes, but at least they are ‘posh’ strange.