It’s Sunday morning. I’ve been awake for hours.
The thought of watching a shower of duplicitous ars*warblers on The Andrew Marr Show is making me feel all queasy.
So in the timeless tradition of lazy, laid-back Sundays I’m doing this instead.
How’s your Sunday shaping up then?
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I’ve just been informed we are taking my 92 year old mother in law for a spin on the seafront in her new wheelchair this afternoon. It’s bright and sunny here so I’m sure ice cream will be involved at some point. Prior to that I will be sorting out the garage. It’s all glamour here you know.
Just back from a warm and sunny boot sale, clutching a bag of records. There were lots of happy, friendly and chatty people today – I think the fab weather is bringing out the best in folks. Now it’s time for tea, bacon sarnies and some tunes before record-cleaning can commence.
Great photo, Pencil!
Sitting in a Premier Inn after going to see David Sedaris last night, ready to head out for coffee / museums / shopping. Wonderful how even one night away can feel like a proper break if it’s somewhere you don’t know well.
I’m waiting for Archie Valparaiso to contribute his “knobbie” to this thread.
Book-related fun at the Stoke Newington Literary Festival, plus Pete Astor and John Moore are doing free shows.
Blimey you lot are up early…I was out last night (see elsewhere) soI’m just out the shower and enjoying my breakfast coffee and toast and Cerys on the radio … the a****n courier has just dropped off a little package which should contain the new FFS album and the new album by PINS. Today is gonna be a good day 🙂
Do bear in mind that the timestamping on the comments is still set on British wintertime, so we’re not necessarily up as early as it would seem!
Heading for the beach!
Wetsuits & boards ready to go
First time in the water this year !
Woo hoo!
Enjoy, Jim. I’m surfing this week myself. Nothing in the world beats it.
Cheers Bingo!
A cracking hour in the water at Porthcawl, gets the cobwebs out of your system – shown up of course by my glamorous 12 year old companion who always catches more waves than me & has an effortlessness I’ll never muster – kids eh?
Enjoy your blast!
Day two at the Sheffield ice arena. 7am till late. While the sprogs beat up/get beaten up at ice hockey. Like spending the weekend in an airport departure lounge. With expensive shopping. One more match to go. But not for 5 hours!
Art! I’m doing art. At a portrait painting class and doing other art classes all summer, on and off. 🙂
In garden recovering from a heavy day out in the New Forest yesterday, just finished papers (most of which ends up in bin without needing to be read) and off to my family later where I have been promised treats to celebrate my 55th. The sun is shining, it’s quiet, no petrol driven gardening taking place and feeling mellow. I’ll spare you a selfie, largely because I have no idea how to post such things and there is enough ugliness in the world anyway.
I have been doing a job application, laundry, cleaning the toilet and kitchen and changing a lot of nappies.
Living the dream basically.
Have just been to see a 1-hour performance at the Royal Dramatic Theatre in Stockholm, actually.
It was called “Kärleken kommer att skilja oss Ã¥t” (Love will Tear Us Apart”).
As the title suggests , it was a dramatisation of eight Joy division songs, translated into Swedish by author Sara Stridsberg and interpreted by five actors.
The band performing was Tonbruket, featuring Dan Berglund, formely the bassist of the Esbjörn Svensson Trio.
It was great – an absolute tour de force. I thought the translated versions of the songs worked really well.
Heavy Saturday Night = Slow Sunday Morning
(well, thats my excuse for not emerging until 9am)
Porridge & Coffee provided enough “wakey wakey” to annoy the whole house playing Bob Seger at high volume.
Since then: washed the car and been out for dinner.
Now just pottering until the Canadian Grand Prix starts
I’ve finally mowed that lawn.
and now it is growing again.
You’ll have to do it again next week. Mowing lawns is counter-productive. Why not just concrete it all?
I wish!
Took the dogs out, made some butternut squash soup, wasted 2 hours of my life watching Ireland v England. Currently listening to a Dylan playlist waiting for 5 o’clock and walk number two, probably on Holkham beach or in Wells wood.
What an energetic bunch.
I’ve just washed my brushes for the day after spending time with some mellow yellows and a lot of Tangerine Dream.
Future plans include shaving my head and cooking up a batch of seseme chicken and rice.
Daredevil and brandy sours later.
My daughter’s school are having a Lego weekend, so we went down there this morning (after my wife had been helping out all day yesterday) just so I could get Lego Star Wars envy at some of the models. Came home for some garden cricket, and now I am listening (again) to the new Sweet Billy Pilgrim album and wondering what to cook for tea while the ladies are in the garden. I am currently inclining towards some kind of spicy peanut tofu thing.
I got back from Delhi yesterday morning and managed to stay awake until 11pm (just). Had a good sleep and woke up at 7am. My son came in for a cuddle at 8am and promptly fell asleep in my arms. His sister came in 40 minutes later and so she and I fed the dog and cat and made mugs of tea.
Breakfast of porridge, a long walk of the dog (where the woodland where we live had really come alive since I had walked through it two weeks previously). My daughter and I listened to music for an hour then we all went to the pet shop to buy the dog a new collar (pink since you asked) and then we went round to see my Mum and sat in the garden chatting and playing frisbee.
Back home now, I have taxed the car and am about to mow the bit of the grass I couldn’t manage yesterday. Then some gin. Its been one of those perfectly lovely Sundays.
Woke up slightly hungover in Manchester this morning after a pleasant night visiting my ex-sister in law. Pottered around a bit before returning home to Leicestershire to a Absolute Eighties soundtrack ranging from the sublime (“The Model”, “Two Tribes”) to the ridiculous (Nicole’s Eurovision-winning “A Little Peace”).
Recorded the England game while out so am about to skip to the 72nd minute to see how Jamie Vardy fared.
You won’t miss much skipping to 72nd minute.
“Dire” I think is a fair description of the game.
International Friendlies often are – why bother if you’re not going to at least try?
Well, the game looked pretty dire, but I didn’t think Vardy looked out of place.
Was always going to be a hard transition to international football for him. After all, he’s got Esteban Cambiasso behind him at Leicester, whereas he had to make do with just Milner and Henderson today 🙂
That’s lovely music @pencilsqueezer
Completely my cuppa tea. Thanks for sharing it… Just playing it on Sp*tify now!
My Sunday: woke late, gym, roasted a couple of chickens, marked a pile of books, worked out some chords for space related songs (a little performance at school in the offing), hung up some shirts… Later: g&t and the West Wing…
Could do with an extra day, but never mind… 6 weeks to summer…
Glad you like it@adman. A much treasured Irish friend pointed me at it.
Only heard it a handful of times so far but like your good self it immediately struck me as something that entirely floats my boat.
After posting job adverts on several university websites (for a Graduate Surveyor post) and a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs, Heather and I have been for a pleasant perambulation around the parish boundary.
Nice to have a relaxing day. The shit begins again tomorrow!
I have decided to spend Sunday sitting alone in the silence of a darkened room, rocking gently back and forth and drooling everso slightly from one side of my mouth.
Awesome! Pics please!
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Hubba hubba.
I spent the morning bitumening the garage roof, up there in the steering southern heat. It was exactly like that scene in The Shawshank Redemption, except without the incarceration, the armed guards, the beer (not yet, anyway) and the gang rape (not yet, anyway). Also I expect the inmates did a more permanent job of weatherproofing, and none of them put their hand in it while coming down the ladder.
Drove along the coast for lunch and then back home for a little Starland Vocal Band. Oh yeah.
Did a guard try to throw you off the roof?
I say again. What an energetic lot.
We have a pretty busy and fun week ahead.
Visiting my framer on the morrow, always a pleasure. Dinner with some Swedish friends in Liverpool on Thursday then lunch with some denizens of this fine place in Chester on Saturday.
I may even fit in a little work!
Well, as any sunday I visit some second hand shops in the city to find some strange lp that nobody wants to have and even cds, the sunday evenings used to be rather calm, but tomorrow I will be on a concert tour with my student choir in Sweden, so I must pack for a whole week and my sleeping bag is burried deep in my stock somewhere. I wish we will pass some runic stones!
I was working, just got home an hour ago.
Bought some fresh Swedish strawberries for the first time this season, ate them with cream when I got home. Yum!
Just one more week to go now before my first holiday weeks…I keep reminding myself of that all the time, I’m sooooo tired! Was looking forward to sleeping all day on my first day off, but was reminded that it’s my mum’s birthday, so we’re all going to celebrate that day.
I’ll just have to sleep all day the day after that (unless I fall asleep face down in mum’s birthday cake…it could definitely happen!)
Had a very rude awakening at 7am yesterday (the first morning in our new home) as the tap in the bathroom was having a dicky fit, spurting water everywhere!
I’m on the train to work feeling really, REALLY tired… Lovely house though! ?
I have two gigs this week. Spent a couple of hours loading the PA into the car, then taking bits of kit out until I could fit my son/roadie in. Then unloaded the whole lot back into the garage.
Could any policemen in Cambridgeshire please look the other way if they see an overladen VW Golf Estate?