We had a drink with Jim the Poodle Man this evening. We heard lots of stories and drank a few drinks. It’s been a while and was excellent fun. And, while it got a bit chilly in the shade, it was a lovely end to the first real summery day we’ve had so far this year. It was so summery that I even managed to cut half the grass in our garden.
Of course, first thing I went shopping (I saw the Running Man again) then put Nicoline through a bit of pain, listening to me torture her native language. She wasn’t feeling very well to start with so I can only imagine I made it somewhat worse. Then there were three sessions with the mower.
Not that I ‘mowed the lawn’ per se. No, that brings to mind neat patterns of manicured grass, lines going orderly in the one direction, the grass barely above the ground, springy enough to walk on in bare feet. What I do is cut the grass, preserving bits of wild flowers like little grassy islands and making higgledy-piggledy lines with my unorderly and multidirectional movements.
I don’t do that deliberately. I do it out of boredom.
Anyway, having spent the day in the sun, performing physical activity, I felt I deserved going for a drink with Jim the Poodle Man.
At the end of the day, after dinner and TV, just before heading for bed, I had a text from Jason which made Mirinda laugh more than I’ve heard her laugh for ages. She was in fits. I thought she would never stop.
The whole text was too long to include here but here’s a screenshot of the first bit.
I must admit, I do have a neon sign, a gong and a fabulous beard.
