Peggy's Mundane Thread

Fried breakfast, then golf.

I like Sundays.

Lay in bed until 10 then not doing much.
I like Sundays too.

Going to an everyone-bring-a-dish do this lunch-time. I better get moving.....

Beef in oven. Veg ready. Music playing on shuffle. Surfing the 'net.

Ahhhhhhhhhh.............................................Sunday.

Lamb in the oven, she can sort the veg, Missus and baby gone shopping then to her parents, cold cider and surfing the net. Easy like a Sunday morning, well lunchtime.

Carrot and coriander soup for lunch today. Hungry again now.

Project started and going well, if slowly - check

Football match listened to - check

Book still being enjoyed - check

BBC4 Danish drama missed but can catch up on iplayer - check

Programme article written - check

Might have a nap soon

enjoy your nap, I find they do you good.

Excellent nap, thanks, although a bit shorter than usual due to the DIY obsessed neighbour.

Nearly time for Sherlock now. So many pleasures in life

On the mobile, so forgive any typo's.

Final score from The Vicky Stadium:

Gibraltar 2 v 1 Bury FC

GibGreen wrote:

On the mobile, so forgive any typo's.

Final score from The Vicky Stadium:

Gibraltar 2 v 1 Bury FC

Anyone worth signing play? Must have a twitter account and a penchant for raking their studs down an opponents legs.

Confession time: please forgive me. I found a little tin of fancy biscuits last night, left over from xmas. Ate a couple while watching Sherlock (very good, a bit scary, lots of beautiful shots of Dartmoor, not impressed with the Dem accents).

Need to go to the post office and the library today.

have just sold 5 items on EBay so will be going to the Post Office tomorrow if they have been paid for by then.

Peggy wrote:

Confession time: please forgive me. I found a little tin of fancy biscuits last night, left over from xmas. Ate a couple while watching Sherlock (very good, a bit scary, lots of beautiful shots of Dartmoor, not impressed with the Dem accents).

Need to go to the post office and the library today.

Those accents were dire. More Bristolian than Devon.

Very good series is that Sherlock.

Same writers as Doctor Who, which is also one of my favourites. Just a big kid, me.

Just rented a box trailer from Taunton Trailers for £12.

Bargain!

Been to the library, and to the post office, which is in the Co-op. Only one parcel to send, though.

The Co-op have got Innocent Veg Pots (amazing stew things, really good for lunches) for £1.94 (they're about £3.50 in Sainsburys, although you do get nectar points there. But then you get divvy down the Co-op.) They've also got malt loaf for 50p. I bought one of each, along with a small bunch of bananas. No milk, though: got plenty of that.

What you have done today, I shall be doing tomorrow, will have a look at those veg pots, I usually buy the ingrdients and build a 3 day stew, just finished one yesterday.

Went to a funeral this afternoon, then home via Morrisons for yep, milk.

And beer.

Hope it wasn't anybody close, Gib. RIP.

Just accidentally slept nearly all afternoon.

No wasn't anyone close.

One of the characters in Gib passed away last week. He owned a few of the restaurants and bars. Loved and respected by many.

No room in the church to fit everyone in. 200 or so on the pavement outside.

We've had 3 power cuts so far this evening.

None lasted more than 10 mins though.

Today was a good day.

Tomorrow who knows!

Must find time to watch Sherlock on iplayer.

Some years ago, I went to a very emotional funeral for an old work colleague and friend: she was only about thirty, left three very young children, and had died when something went very wrong during a minor operation.

It was all so upsetting, I couldn't face going straight home so went back to work in the hope of distracting myself a bit. A couple of people came into my office to give me a hug. Some people kept out of my way altogether. One woman came in, plonked herself down in the visitor's chair and said "You know what? Black really suits you."

Not mundane. Just crass.

A secondary school I once had connections with had a pupil killed in an accident. It was pretty traumatic.

The positive response was to allow an extended registration to enable pupils to share the experience.

The negative response was one head of year going around their classes telling people off for getting upset.

We really are a bit screwed up in our approach to death, aren't we?

As a Catholic child, I went to endless funerals and requiem masses: basically, we were taken to mass once a week (instead of assembly), and if there was a coffin there, so be it. Death is, after all, part of life. But a former work colleague of mine thought this was tantamount to child abuse, and that children should be protected from it.

I suppose it's all part of our growing national inability to deal with our emotions. It's all very well people crying because they've won (or lost) some crappy tv talent show, or because somebody they never met has died, but woe betide those who are genuinely gutted by the loss of somebody they loved and show it in public.

Anyway ... No mundanity here today. I'm having a bit of a day out, going to a couple of art exhibitions in Exeter.

Glad to see nobody else has had a mundane day so far.

Me, I've seen two brilliant Canalettos and a fifteenth century phrase book with advice on how to say things like 'put the candle out and come and lie here with me, my dear' in four languages.

Also an early Monet, several Whistlers and Pissaros, a Renoir and loads of other stuff. All for free.

There was a stuffed elephant in one of the other rooms, but I didn't linger.

My day is getting less mundane by the minute.

In fact my year so far is anything but mundane!