Last night I called time quite late hoping that the tiredness would help me get more than a couple of hours sleep before the bladder needed emptying. Despite no hot drinks with caffeine after six pm and with that last trip to the bathroom before getting into bed, my wife refers to it as a safety pee, I was still up three times. I tell you, my bladder is a urine factory, I can pee for England.
At six o'clock this morning I gave up and got up, coffee and croissants beckoned. Last night there was a program on TV that I recorded about the career of Sir Thomas Woodward, better known by his stage name, Tom Jones. What a fascinating and interesting man he is. Articulate and fluent, he never repeated himself or used common expressions like: "you know."
Tom Jones fame and celebrity status in the US was a surprise, although I was aware of his clean cut image when others were into long hair and a general scruffy appearance. Some of his songs I knew, the one that did bring a reminisce was "Delilah," reason is, it was on every pub's jukebox, and what a song for the drunks at the end of the evening. Out of time, out of tune and well and truly, out of their heads.
Busy morning once I switched the television off, the washing machine needed emptying, did that and sorted the wash, left it on the airing rack. My wife is still instructing me on what's what about washing machines, sorting the clothes and drying, but she had a difficult night so when I got up I left her sleeping peacefully.
We are short of a few provisions like fresh fruit and the sour cream that I need for this evening's Stroganoff. Whilst out getting them a number of texts from friends asking if we are going to the Remembrance Concert had my phone pinging away.
Tickets have now been purchased. Vera Lynn's song always makes me smile. It was the most popular song in the UK during WW2. What is amusing is the joke of the nation who, unable to buy red meat due to rationing, were offered whale instead of beef or lamb. My mother-in-law told me that the taste was acquired but that was her polite way of saying it was disgusting. When the song We'll Meet Again came on the radio, it would be sung by listeners dubbing the words to: "Whale Meat Again!"
My lady has been busy again, I now have a pair of grey herringbone patterned trousers, vintage style:
The first photo shows you the full length, in the second you see the 18 inch circumference and the turned up hem. The dress pins in the last photo are holding the inner waistband, I needed a fitting before it's finally sewn together. All the buttons, by the way, are for braces or suspenders as others call them. The flies are button fastening too.
with the time owed from working Sunday, I'm down to 39 business days left.
