Ivor’s Daily Gallivant
Saturday April 29, 2023: My Birthday featuring Tim the Unmentioned and The Scallywag
At about 8.30 I woke from what must have been a sound sleep and realised it was my birthday. I unpacked the folding stool I’d bought myself and after reading the instructions sat on it to right way round. Now I’m officially 68 I thought.
I opened the card I received from Jim, and treated myself to some fruit and fibre, an apple and my customary four squares of dark chocolate. Along with my cod liver oil capsule.
With all the vitamin D supplements and dark chocolate I feed myself, and hurtling off to bus stops, at the drop of a hat my brain should stay in good shape for years yet. Who knows perhaps one day I’ll find some use for it.
I made myself a venison sandwich and then it was off to Marcella. When I got there, I explained how well behaved I was by resisting the impulse to buy an ‘Abolish the Monarchy’ tee shirt.
We went for a walk: Margret, Aquid ,Josh, David, the new lad and lass, and I to the Marina. Then it was time to go home.
On the way home Julie and Tim got on the bus at Knighton Fields and Tim said he’d looked at my previous blog posts and there was no mention of him. (Which seemed odd as I was sure I’d included him) after discussing Terry Pratchett it we decided to call him Tim the Unmentioned in this blog post in an attempt to have a Terry Pratchett like reference.
I got home and started cooking my birthday steak dinner. And The Scallywag (aka Andy) arrived with a birthday card. We had a cup of tea and a chatted about ‘The 2023 Diary Adventures’ and my exhibition at October Books which he’s agreed to help with by transporting my paintings in his car.
My meal was delicious and afterwards I settled down to an evening nap. It’s tough at the top.
Ivor’s Daily Gallivant
Saturday April 29, 2023: My Birthday featuring Tim the Unmentioned and The Scallywag
At about 8.30 I woke from what must have been a sound sleep and realised it was my birthday. I unpacked the folding stool I’d bought myself and after reading the instructions sat on it to right way round. Now I’m officially 68 I thought.
I opened the card I received from Jim, and treated myself to some fruit and fibre, an apple and my customary four squares of dark chocolate. Along with my cod liver oil capsule.
With all the vitamin D supplements and dark chocolate I feed myself, and hurtling off to bus stops, at the drop of a hat my brain should stay in good shape for years yet. Who knows perhaps one day I’ll find some use for it.
I made myself a venison sandwich and then it was off to Marcella. When I got there, I explained how well behaved I was by resisting the impulse to buy an ‘Abolish the Monarchy’ tee shirt.
We went for a walk: Margret, Aquid ,Josh, David, the new lad and lass, and I to the Marina. Then it was time to go home.
On the way home Julie and Tim got on the bus at Knighton Fields and Tim said he’d looked at my previous blog posts and there was no mention of him. (Which seemed odd as I was sure I’d included him) after discussing Terry Pratchett it we decided to call him Tim the Unmentioned in this blog post in an attempt to have a Terry Pratchett like reference.
I got home and started cooking my birthday steak dinner. And The Scallywag (aka Andy) arrived with a birthday card. We had a cup of tea and a chatted about ‘The 2023 Diary Adventures’ and my exhibition at October Books which he’s agreed to help with by transporting my paintings in his car.
My meal was delicious and afterwards I settled down to an evening nap. It’s tough at the top.