A bit more of the same…

Personally, I like the heat. Mind you, I only like it when I am swanning about on holiday and dipping myself into the sea…. or perhaps, as we did à la trip to OZ, in a lake on Fraser Island, maybe……. Regrettably, we aren’t doing that just now. But I am doing the second best thing, and I had another go at open water swimming today. It’s getting a bit better each time I go, but I am still a wuss at getting into the water. Never mind, once I get in I am fine.

Anita and I took a tutored session today which was very enjoyable. However, the poor instructor had a dicky fit when she saw me! She exclaimed that I looked just like her Mum. Not only that, I had the same Christian name, too….. spooky eh?

I was longer at the swimming session than I planned, but it didn’t matter, John was ensconced in front of the TV when I got home. As it happens, he had been in the garage and done some tinkering, so he was just having a rest, so I let him off.

After lunch, we went about our separate ways again. John into the garage and me to the dining room with the painting pot. Now then, John’s decision was OK, but mine was a mistake. It was too hot, wasn’t it, for painting? Eeeh, the paint clagged up like nobodies’ business…….. so now I’m rethinking my approach…..maybe get up at five in the morning? Or maybe leave it until Monday? What say you?

In the meantime, John has been pondering his life, as you do, and the other day came out with the observation that his luck isn’t great: “If I fell in a barrel of bosoms, I’d come out sucking my thumb!” he declared, mirroring his Dad’s little saying, which caused us much amusement many years ago. Not so sure John is feeling amused by it just now though. He thinks it’s true…..

Life, of course, has its ups and downs and John has been also reminded of the Irish song, ‘The Sick Note’ or ‘Why Paddy’s not at work today’**, in which he identifies himself as Paddy half way up, meeting the barrel coming down! Oh dear!

Mind you, he wasn’t saying that when he looked very chipper having a very nice McDonalds on Tuesday!

We had a nice meal out on the patio this evening in the warmth of the evening though, until we we thought we were so tired we perhaps ought to go to bed early. Ah… OK. So that’s what we’re doing.

Night, night everyone God bless.

**If you don’t know the song, I’ve copied it here for your delectation and recommend the Dubliners Lego version of it on YouTube: https://youtu.be/66cxc9emQgY – it made me smile anyway!

Dear Sir, I write this note to tell you of my plight
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
And I write this note to tell why Paddy’s not at work today

While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
Now to throw them down from off the top seemed quite a good idea
But the gaffer wasn’t very pleased, he was an awful sod
He said I had to take them down the ladder in me hod.

Well clearing all those bricks by hand, it seemed so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.

So when I had untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
Well, I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder as on to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
Well I clung on tight, though numb with shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below

Now, when those building bricks fell from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope I sped towards the ground
And I landed on those broken bricks that were scattered all
around.

I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I’d passed the worst
But when the barrel hit the pulley wheel, that’s when the bottom burst
A shower of bricks came down on me, I knew I had no hope
In all of this confusion, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel then being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you’ll understand why Paddy’s not at work today.