Wet out. Horrid underfoot - mixture of mush and black ice. Actually quite interesting if you don't have to drive or schlepp buckets of water to beleagured poultry, are still wearing wellies and get some perverse pleasure in the rhythmic drip of water from a down spout.
A day then to catch up with stuff:
....programme the new cordless phones for example. How come I was suddenly the only person left in the room when this job came up for grabs? It's a horrid, fiddly task which I force myself to do conscientiously - knowing that I will only curse sometime down the line when a number is incorrect. I am not very good at checking and my 'number blindness' is not helped by a particularly bad numeric display and the phone I am using as reference switching itself off in between keying in numbers. It takes a little under 2 hours.
...buy the Glam. Ass. some train tickets. We (I) tried this yesterday online. I learned a lot about buying railway tickets yesterday. It could be my specialist subject. Online was, for whatever reason, inaccessible so we (I) took the telephone route. There will be, providing we can intercept the postie - who is loathe to come either up or down the lane - plenty of time to get tickets posted to us. Firstly we (I) have to overcome the first obstacle - interrogation by voice recognition. This is actually pretty impressive and the robot which poses the questions I imagine to be a pretty cool dude. Pretty cool dude though gets pretty confused when Wilson barks and is unable to interpret woofs as answers. I give up and try again. And again. It appears when I eventually get to talk to a person and go over my details again that all bookings are outsourced to India. The unfailing courteous ticket-wallahs tell me it will not be possible to get tickets posted to me in time....all of this takes a little under 2 hours. I wail and lose the will to live. Later I log on to the Wrexham - Shropshire - Marylebone Railway's website. This is surely the nicest of all possible train routes; it stops in Shrewsbury and its online service exemplary . I buy a ticket on line - I print it out and all my passenger will have to do is turn up with this sheet of A4 paper. Job done. 5 mins. Brill.
...I pick up the nasty knitting. I have at last got together 2 fronts, 1 back and two sleeves. Before I knit the waist band and ties - it is a sort of wrap/cardigan - I must sew it together. This is a job which has been on the go for a couple of years. I just don't love it but I'm damned if it's going to beat me now. The yarn looked so beguiling in the wool shop window; as did the finished garment artfully draped to tempt would-be knitters. I was hooked. I think it took casting on for me to suspect that I wasn't going to enjoy knitting it up - it's been a bugger. Slippery, slithery on the needles, unyielding, prone to catching on rough fingers - can't find a good point. Curiously after sewing it together it does have a little more substance and perhaps, just perhaps, it and I have a future.
..and right now, running between ceiling and floor above my head is a mouse. Not good. Maybe not nasty, but not good.