We couldn’t resist any longer.
We got up and rushed off to the farm to get on with the camper van.
We should not have done this because of it being Saturday. We should have got up and fed the children on something nourishing, preferably incorporating vitamins, then tidied up and gone to work.
We did not do those things. We fed Oliver on cornflakes and pancakes, hastily washed up and then went.
It was lovely to be back at the camper van, painting and listening to the shed singing.
It sings the theme tune to the Hovis advert, just so you know, just the first handful of notes, rendering the whole thing stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
Mark finished bashing his seat mounting about. He has cut bits off and welded bits on and now he has a seat which is ready to be bolted in. It will not only go backwards and forwards, up and down, but also round and round in a circle. I think this is brilliant.
The picture at the top is my current project. It is my door, and it is a picture of the place where I think I would like to be whilst Mark is in his equally imaginary blacksmith’s forge.
It is symbolic of my life and interests, obviously I have missed some things off, like wine, because that is more than adequately represented elsewhere. I have not included chocolate because of the obvious difficulty of making it plain that the brown splodge is not intended to be poo. As well as this obvious omission I have missed some things off because of not having got round to painting them on yet, there is still plenty of space left for detail.
Also I have missed things off because of being too idle, somebody thoughtfully and appropriately suggested a theatre, and I almost did, but then decided that I would very quickly become bored with painting pictures of seats after the first two, likewise with lanterns and the twiddly ornate gold decorations around the edge of the proscenium arch.
In the end I went with the other suggestion, which was to paint a picture which had Blackpool in it. I have had to use a little artistic licence, but the thought is there.
We couldn’t stay very long, because of having to get home to get ready for work, but we felt immeasurably happier for having done a little bit more and brought the Exciting Day just a little closer.
We fed the children strawberries and yoghurt and chicken in breadcrumbs for dinner, and then went to work, which is where I am now.
We are at the beginning of what might turn out to be a thrilling new era for Bowness nightlife, another night club is opening.
It is to be as thrilling, we are told, as anything in London, although quite how they will manage that with farmers as clients instead of celebrities I am not quite sure. It is to have a VIP bar and a restaurant and a night club, and it will be a Flair Bar.
I didn’t know what this was, but their new barman explained it to me with great excitement last night. It is a sort of combination of being a barman and a juggler. I know that it is naive to imagine that this will be terribly messy, but that would certainly be my concern if it were mine.
Barmen who can juggle are apparently very sought after, and there are international competitions to see who is the best. This is a massive change in focus. Being a waiter is quite a popular occupation around here, and I am entirely certain that juggling at the same time is not encouraged.
The barman said that it would bring the Lake District nightlife up to a new level, and that for the first time ever in history people would come here because it would be an exciting place to have a sophisticated party.
I think this is magnificent. I went to a sophisticated party once, and would quite like to go to another, especially if I were well out of the way of anybody juggling with Prosecco.
I shall keep you informed of how it unfolds.
