Yes, it is Saturday. I have to repeat that a few times as this morning , for some odd reason, I thought it was Friday.
Which meant I looked a bit of t*t standing on the path after rushing outside in my slippers pushing our bin down our steep driveway in anticipation of the imminent arrival of the bin-men.
Only after I looked up and around did I notice my bin – and its owner -were the sole ones on the street. Oops.
It was like that scene in Independence Day where Will Smith realises all his neighbours are packing…..and then he looks up.
The next thing I noticed after dragging a full, and bloody heavy, bin back UP my steep driveway was the absence of Saturday Newspaper.
This is even more annoying than realizing it was not Friday as now I had no paper to read over breakfast, and as it is the only paper I read, I was now bereft of my weekly dose of Bad News and worse….my Crossword Puzzles.
So while I sat and had withdrawal symptoms over my all bran and coffee I watched an old Top Gear DVD and waited for the Missus to get her kit on so we could do some shopping and buy a paper.
Then I realized ..eeek…that I didn’t do a Fryday Kick out the Jam Post. Oh, whoa is moi..All my fans, I let both of them down.
I will do penance. Mow the lawn or something. Meantime, here’s probably the only composer whose music makes my eyes mist.