I felt very pleased with myself on Saturday, after
coining an alternative phrase we can use instead of ‘The Fuel Crisis’. As it’s
not really a crisis, as there’s plenty of fuel around, and the only problems
are being caused by people’s behaviour, I suggested we call this latest little
spell of unrest ‘The Fuelishness’. Everyone else at work looked nonplussed, but
I was rather pleased with myself.
If I didn’t think newspapers are an unforgivable
scourge, I might consider a career as a headline writer for them.
Sunday with Sophie was delightful. We had a fry-up,
we had a walk, we had a mid-afternoon Rory-cooked roast, and Mathew spent all
day clinging to her like she was suddenly his favourite toy. I fell asleep in
the evening watching the NFL with a glass of red wine and then went to bed
feeling very satisfied with my Sunday.
In other news, I am trying to convince Gavin to let
us do a Bonfire Night party at our biggest site. He is reluctant, as he says he
doesn’t want something ‘thrown together at short notice’ and thinks we’ll get
stiffed by fireworks providers who are hiking their prices up after
Covid/Brexit/The Fuelishness. He’s already forking out good money to throw a
big half-term Hallowe’en event and doesn’t want to blow ten grand or so on
something else just a week later. Personally, I don’t think that’s a problem,
but maybe that’s me being selfish, as it’s probably my favourite night of the
year. I’ve always had dreams about putting on a massive November 5th
Spectacular Extravaganza and suddenly realised last week that I’m now in a
position to do it! Every Bonfire event I’ve ever been to, I’ve found myself
making mental notes about the good and bad things and what I would do
differently, given the chance. I really think I could put together a winning
night, and one that would grow and grow year on year and become one of the
premier fireworks displays in Western Europe!
Yeah, maybe I should calm down a bit.
RC 5-10-21
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