WFH Day 16 of y
Cafe Wife
The wife has just been in to drop off a coffee. Service with a smile? Hmmm, let's not push it.
I'm nothing if not courteous and cautious though, so I barely even allude to the fact that it's about half an hour late.
I like coffee, and this one has undertones of dark chocolate and cherries. Or so the packet says. As long as it tastes nice and has a caffeine kick then I'm good with it.
As she leaves, the wife mumbles about putting something in the next coffee, but she knows I don't like milk or sugar or any of those syrups so I just put it down to a momentary lapse of concentration and take it as a positive that she'll be bringing another one later.
Tour de Sunderland
If you're out and about in Sunderland over the coming days and weeks:
(i) Why? Is it for an essential journey or your one allocated session of daily exercise? If so, please continue. If not, go home; I want to play no part in your lack of social distancing etiquette.
(ii) If you have passed part (i) then keep an eye out for the family of 3 lycra clad, slipstreaming, toned athletes atop matching high end bikes, gliding along the highways and the byways, effortlessly eating up the miles. It won't be me and the kids, but they are a sight to behold.
If however you see a gaggle of unkempt individuals on a random assortment of bikes, spread out over a hundred yards or so, with the fella at the front wobbling dangerously as he turns to check why the little one at the back has gone quiet, only to realise she has stopped and is having a right paddy about being expected to go up a gentle incline, then that will be us!
Stop and say hi, maybe offer us some encouragement, or sympathy, or a lift home.
Please.
Dream
I had a dream last night. It was the end of a works night out in Chester le Street (the reasons why it was in Chester le Street elude me) and I was walking home with an old school friend and Sunderland AFC player Duncan Watmore, who was in full SAFC home kit. Weirdly. We've never met before, he was very polite but not very chatty.
So, yes, we found a jacket that had been left lying and took it with us thinking we could try to work out whose it was from the contents of the pockets.
If you are missing one men's medium sized light grey hooded jacket containing:
- A bundle of Match Attax football cards
- An unused 2019/20 SAFC season card
- A 1988/89 SAFC 'season in review' pamphlet; and
- A return bus ticket from Low Fell to Durham
then I'm sorry to say I put it down somewhere between Chester le Street and Low Fell to fasten my shoe lace and forgot to pick it back up again. Sorry.
We lost Duncan at this point too. I hope he's ok, he was very quiet.
Easter
So this is Easter, as John Lennon sang in his (in my opinion) far superior but commercially unsuccessful follow up to So this is Christmas. Maybe.
I have a couple of extra days off work booked in, and the wife has already started 'hinting' at some little jobs that I 'might' like to turn my hand to. She's kind like that.
Anyway, I'm going to take a break from blog writing for a few days. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.
I hope you all have very peaceful, and chocolatey Easters people. Stay safe, take care and eat chocolate.
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