Monday, August 31, 2009
Bank Holiday Monday
I suppose one day I might not be able to have days with two halves - two activities.
Already I begin to feel too tired.
And too tired can lead to digestive complaints. Enough said - I have just swallowed down more Immodium!
Not that today was a day of 2 equal halves.
We went to the car boot sale at Collyer's School at about half past seven.
Hooray I found the people selling mother's things before most buyers. They didn't want much for mother's things - just the freedom of not having to think about them anymore.
I paid £1 for a Stratton compact, which mother had never used and all sorts of odds and ends - including the large white plastic bride and groom that decorated mother's (and presumably father's) wedding cake in the 1950s.
Bill found the man clearing out his collection of toy soldiers.
So Bill has some more to add to his collection at the shop.
Yes - we do tend to think of the things on our shop shelves as being our collections, even if we might not keep these treasured items for too long.
We got back home and got ourselves ready for the Bank Holiday Monday athletics meeting at the Crawley track.
Scary! This was the 30th year we have been involved with this meeting - the first was when Jamie, as an 11 year old, showed promise as a sprinter. That first year I did my first stint as an official - field events, not timekeeping at all.
We have missed some of the meetings - and of late wished that we had - because they were not well enough attended.
But today's meeting was really lively with lots of lovely youngsters competing.
There were over 30 sprints races - for athletes of all ages.
Long jump has always been popular - but we were surprised by all the teenage girls taking part in the shot competition.
Bill was chief timekeeper today - there were 5 of us; thats just about enough.
It was pleasant sitting in lovely sunshine for the afternoon, working and chatting.
And so to bed, soon.
Tomorrow we want to go to the shop with some interesting new stock and to collect monies taken during the week.
We have to time it right because we will go straight from Dorking to the hospital for my ultrasound scan. I do hope the information I was given last week on the phone is correct and the scan will not interfere with the wee bag.
So the holiday weekend is over. Hope it was good for you.
Goodnight.
Already I begin to feel too tired.
And too tired can lead to digestive complaints. Enough said - I have just swallowed down more Immodium!
Not that today was a day of 2 equal halves.
We went to the car boot sale at Collyer's School at about half past seven.
Hooray I found the people selling mother's things before most buyers. They didn't want much for mother's things - just the freedom of not having to think about them anymore.
I paid £1 for a Stratton compact, which mother had never used and all sorts of odds and ends - including the large white plastic bride and groom that decorated mother's (and presumably father's) wedding cake in the 1950s.
Bill found the man clearing out his collection of toy soldiers.
So Bill has some more to add to his collection at the shop.
Yes - we do tend to think of the things on our shop shelves as being our collections, even if we might not keep these treasured items for too long.
We got back home and got ourselves ready for the Bank Holiday Monday athletics meeting at the Crawley track.
Scary! This was the 30th year we have been involved with this meeting - the first was when Jamie, as an 11 year old, showed promise as a sprinter. That first year I did my first stint as an official - field events, not timekeeping at all.
We have missed some of the meetings - and of late wished that we had - because they were not well enough attended.
But today's meeting was really lively with lots of lovely youngsters competing.
There were over 30 sprints races - for athletes of all ages.
Long jump has always been popular - but we were surprised by all the teenage girls taking part in the shot competition.
Bill was chief timekeeper today - there were 5 of us; thats just about enough.
It was pleasant sitting in lovely sunshine for the afternoon, working and chatting.
And so to bed, soon.
Tomorrow we want to go to the shop with some interesting new stock and to collect monies taken during the week.
We have to time it right because we will go straight from Dorking to the hospital for my ultrasound scan. I do hope the information I was given last week on the phone is correct and the scan will not interfere with the wee bag.
So the holiday weekend is over. Hope it was good for you.
Goodnight.
