We have had a remarkably uneventful day.
Of course last night was Saturday, and so we worked until late. This was fairly uneventful as well. Nobody ran off without paying, nobody was sick, and nobody thought that they would like to show me any parts of their anatomy which are usually kept discreetly packaged. This is the way I prefer Saturday nights.
The only even slightly uncomfortable moment came when a gentleman in the back explained, grumpily, to his friends, that he and I did not get on. This did not surprise me, as there are a great many young gentlemen in Windermere with whom I do not get on, mostly because they are either insufficiently funded or because they are determined to empty cheesy chips and kebabs into the door pockets.
It turned out that this young man had done neither, but was a fireman about whom I had been uncomfortably scathing on these very pages after an occasion when the Windermere Fire Brigade had paid a visit to a chimney fire at our house. He said that he had forgiven me, and I explained that this was not mutual, although I did not hold him personally responsible for the appalling behaviour of his superiors, and we parted on good terms.
Other than that there was the usual collection of tearfully rejected young women and indignant young men who had, in their opinion, been unreasonably ejected from the night club premises.
There were arguing couples and newly-in-love couples. Most of the latter were trying to pretend that they had not just met and formed the intention of cementing their acquaintance by instantly going back to one of their bedrooms to undress. I don’t know why they imagine that the taxi driver will be deceived. It is obvious as soon as you notice that they don’t know one another’s names.
We finally made it into our own bedroom just before six this morning, where we cemented our own acquaintance by collapsing into an exhausted sleep.
When we woke up it was eleven o’ clock. The sun was shining, and we leaped excitedly out of bed to go for our run up the fell.
The last bit is not true. Actually we sat in bed drinking coffee and groaning about aching muscles and sore hips, until the dogs made so much fuss about wishing to do something more interesting that we were obliged to drag ourselves, stiffly, into our clothes.
In the end it was not so bad, and we managed a reasonable jog-trot most of the way up, interspersed with gasping for breath and yelling at the dogs.
When we came down it was the middle of the afternoon.
We showered away the exertion of the run and then went back to bed.
There is no feeling nicer than being clean and warm and wrapped in a dressing gown ready to go back to bed, especially in the middle of the afternoon when everybody else is busily rushing about doing important things.
We fell asleep instantly and stayed that way until it was time to go to work.
I do like uneventful.
I took the photograph from the top of the fell this morning. Look how green everything is becoming. Spring is really, really here.
