‘Twas On A Sunday Morning.
Hey,
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Up very early again this morning, even after going to bed at 3.30am.
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What on earth goes on with me…..I must be frightened that I am going to miss out on something.
Just wait until tomorrow morning, when I HAVE to get up early because the painters will be here again. Then who won’t want to get up!
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Yesterday turned out to be a very grand day after all.
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Just after I posted my blog, who should appear, dressed and ready for bear……Big H!
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It seemed that even he could not sleep through the amazing racket that the scaffolders were making while they were dismantling their complicated edifice.
So. he got up immediately, ready to take me to Tynemouth Market for the day.
It was excellent.
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I spent ages wandering around, looking at the stalls, enjoying the crowds and the noise, whilst tempting myself with the various goodies on offer.
You do find some amazing items for sale there, but I resisted the urge to buy any of them as Christmas presents ‘cos I’ve learned that particular lesson well.
I ended up buying a pair of Chinese vases. They were black and gold….two of my favourite colours….I was well pleased with them.
Big H was not so enamoured, but I am sure that they will grow on him.
Or perhaps not.
But then again , I am not greatly turned on by computer games, so each to his own!
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We eventually went to Marshalls, on Front Street, for two helpings of the best fish and chips I have ever had, accompanied by my usual seperate, white ceramic dish of mushy peas and a pot of decent, hot tea.
It is a great life when you can really enjoy something which is so accessible, and so cheap.
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We did not get to walk on the beach because it was so late and our parking ticket was running out, but it will be there waiting for us next time.
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It was wonderful to go out of the house for the day like that.
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Poor Big H will have to pay for it by working today, doing all sorts of things in order to be ready for the workmen to get on with their job tomorrow.
The poor thing will probably end up thoroughly shattered again for the whole of next week.
I shall help by being unusually kind and understanding for the whole day.
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Well, it is no good being unusually kind and understanding all of the time, or people eventually just take it for granted and there is no way that you can ever show your appreciation by being nicer.
That is my theory anyway….and my excuse for being a frequent pain in the arse.
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Hope that your Sunday rocks.
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I shall, of course, speak to you later, about matters of national importance!!!
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Jx.
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