Today

Hi there. I mentioned it on Twitter, but today has been full.
It was my day off and a Thursday, so time for the big shop. I set out at about eleven in the morning. I thought this would ensure I missed all the queues. Wrong. Where do all these people come from? Surely there can't be that many coffin-dodgers and dole-wallah's in Warrington? And why did they all choose that precise moment to congregate in the aisles of Asda and mill about aimlessly?

Even if one was to go so far as to extend to their list of inalienable rights the right to shop when I want to (and I'm not saying I have)why must they do it so slowly? And in a way calculated to cause the maximum rage in shoppers on the clock?

I really was losing it today. I had to get back, unpacked, get a brew, and out again by twelve thirty for my sax lesson at one o'clock. On several occasions I had to find an empty spot in an out of favour aisle and take deep breaths. I was a careless nudge or an insult away from violence. When I went past the homeware section I had a mental picture of my hand reaching out and grabbing a knife. I pulled myself up short before that developed, but my subconscious wasn't intending to peel spuds, that I know.

So I was a might miffed by the time I'd finished. Ran out to my lesson (shoulder strap snapped on my sax case in the middle of town, obviously. Luckily it's a solid carrying case so no damage.)Then Peter (Sax Sensei) ran me through some stuff I hadn't mastered before turning the page onto two new chapters! Bloody hell it's hard. It is a compliment, of sorts. I forget the exact words, but he said he was pushing me because he thought I was capable. Fine when I have mastered it, a vertical learning curve at the moment.

Got to cut this short, she who must be obeyed needs to go to bed, and my typing keeps her awake. Suffice it to, work tomorrow (please be there, new rigid truck) then Saturday, Sunday, Monday off! Deep and sincere joy!

Later,
Buck.