You won't believe this
You won't believe this17 Feb 2013 7:12PM Views : 1497 Unique : 285
You may recall that on several occasions I have recounted the events of days, which have not proceeded in quite the smooth manner that I anticipated they would, when I awoke on that particular morning.
Well today has been different.
No. Not worse. Far from it.
In fact; blisteringly better.
I woke and arose from my bed, in a thoroughly cheerful frame of mind.
(If you speak to Val she will happily point out that this is an occurrence so seldom experienced as to be considered 'remarkable' in itself.)
I arrived downstairs without walking into anything, or tripping over anything.
(another 'remarkable' occurrence)
Val informed me that she intended to spend the day with her mother.
And has duly done gone off to do that.
I sold one of my DX lenses for the price that I asked for it: to a local man who had spotted it for sale on eBay.
That I paid £50 less for it two years ago, than it's value today, according to the market indicators, and that the purchaser promptly paid for it, only makes the sale even sweeter.
(and the fact that my beloved had already gone to her mothers, and so has no knowledge whatsoever of the transaction, makes the sweetness mind-blowingly mouthwatering.)
Later in the day, I received an invitation to a Birthday Bash in Lincoln, at the beginning of next month.
A knees-up, no less.
Yes. OK. So it is in Lincoln. And I do admit that this does detract from the social eminence somewhat. But, in all fairness, I live in Northampton.
However, given that I will stay overnight in a local hotel, it does mean that I can eradicate the location from my consciousness by becoming appropriately 'well-lit' and not having to drive home in the dark, with my lights on.
And the gentleman who graciously furnished the invitation to his wife's shindig, also brought me four books to read, that he had promised on a previous occasion and which, I had completely forgotten about.
And it is now approaching 7:00pm.
I have eaten.
I have a glass of distilled water, manipulated grains, and the aroma of oak casks on the table beside me.
And my absent better half will, I am reliably informed, remain so until approximately my bedtime.
And the only cloud on the horizon is that tomorrow is Monday.
And I know that I won't get another day like this for a long, long time.
Have a good week folks