I faffed about for a bit too long whilst getting ready for our walk this morning, and poor tiresome Roger Poopy had an accident on the floor.
I knew that he had done it straight away, because he instantly stopped clowning around and went to hide under the table in guilty dismay.
I was cross anyway, although fortunately it was on the kitchen carpet. This has one of those magical impermeable coatings on it, so it did not soak in and was fairly easily mopped up.
The mopping up and squirting with disinfectant delayed our walk yet further. Oliver’s boots wouldn’t lace, and we needed hats and scarves, and all in all the day was belting along halfway to lunchtime before we were striding purposefully along the alley towards the Rec.
It was icy, and I was glad that we had thought of the hats and scarves. We had only brought one handkerchief between us, and were obliged to share it, sociably, so if either of us has got Corona Virus then we are both doomed.
We occupied the journey up to the top by admiring the scenery, which was white with snow, and trying to take the sort of photographs which could be shared on social media adorned with Inspirational Musings. I am sure you know the sort of thing, like Try To Be A Rainbow In Somebody’s Cloud, or Dance Like There’s Nobody Watching.
Do not be tempted to try the last one. There is always somebody watching, and they will take pictures of you and share them with your children on Facebook.
There weren’t any rainbows either this morning, because the sun was shining. Oliver took the winning picture which I have attached. It comes with the Inspirational Musing: Your Troubles Will Follow You Wherever You Go Especially If You Have Got A Sausage In Your Pocket. I hope it gives you something to consider in the stillness of your soul later.
When we came down Oliver rushed back upstairs to carry on with his current passion. You will not be surprised to hear that this is an online game about shooting people. He is very involved in this at the moment and keeps dashing back downstairs to tell me of his progress. It is a complicated business of finding and hiding various armaments, and some rude words and explosions are emanating from his bedroom at intervals.
I am very glad that he is having a good time and have resolved not to spoil it by mentioning his prep.
I tidied up and baked some more buns, because with Oliver at home as well as Mark they are practically evaporating before they get as far as the tin. They I settled down with my sewing to listen to the Afternoon Play. You could tell this was about the Deserving Poor, because they all had northern accents. This is BBC shorthand in order that you can tell that characters are underprivileged but nevertheless courageous and undaunted in the face of terrible adversity.
I do not know what happened in the end, because first Lucy rang to tell me that her car had finally passed its MOT, and then Mark rang to say nothing in particular but just to make sure that I was still not dead or run off with the milkman.
I was pleased to talk to both of them, and was not terribly interested in the play, so that was all right. I stopped sewing and hoovered the living room. I regretted this because it was so dusty that the hoover overheated and had to be taken to bits.
Mark is home now, and we have decided not to go to work. This is because there are lots of other taxis sitting uselessly on the taxi rank and because we have got to get up early in the morning.
This is a happy conclusion to the day.
I think I shall go and pour some wine.
