Friday, August 04, 2006

Strange days...indeed.

A strange day...
No.1 son has repacked for camp for the umpteenth time as he goes tomorrow. Some 'extreme' gardening...I attacked a bush which had taken on triffid like proportions. Watched a JCB remove lots of crap from the building site behind the house.Drank lots of tea and walked muttley.Chatted with neighbours. All in all a perfectly normal day.
Yet it feels odd. Did my beer have hallucinagenics in it last night or have I reached the next age of man, moving from prime of life to middle-aged twat overnight?

Baby - Aaah!
Child - Discovery.
Adolescence - Satan, Satan, Satan!
Adult - Hunter / Gatherer/ Party.
Parent - No sleep 'til...
Middle-age - Twattery.
Old-age - "In my day..."

Mind you, there might be seven ages for women and one age for men, a continual childhood.

It could even be the lack of sunshine and a typical autumnal August day...grey but warmish. Whatever it is....stop it now!




JCB and crap gone.









Finally, I am catching up with 'Listen Again' Cambridge Folk Festival. Nickel Creek playing their interpretation of 'Toxic' by Bertney Spears....Priceless!
Emmy Lou Harris, Richard Thompson, John Tams and Barry Coope,Chieftains, Capercaillie...fantastic. I am going to have to go to next years festival.
A winner on every count: Good music, good beer and camping...and I might catch up with old friends. I'd better start saving my shekels from now on.
TTFN.

2 Comments:

Blogger Seany said...

Ahh... memories (aside from it almost being the view from my old back bedroom window).

Top centre, my old infants school assembly hall, just below there I used to sit in Miss Ottley's class and tucked just behind there out of view is the school kitchen where Mum used to work

8:54 am  
Blogger delcatto said...

Proper school meals...hot and filling...

9:37 pm  

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