Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Toeing The Line

There is little to write about at the moment as I am effectively snowbound. The heavens have dumped a largish amount of the white stuff upon us and rendered the local pathways wheelchair proof. Dancing On Ice could be broadcast from the Westcroft Centre car park, across which I would have to traverse if I wanted to get to the school or village. The boys had two snow days off school last week and have since been watching the weather forecasts with the same attention they usually devote to Spongebob Squarepants.

Apart from a slightly infected big toe I am well. Polly keeps looking at the toe and muttering that it is the wrong colour and doesn't match the other nine. It doesn't hurt unless someone pokes it so I haven't been particularly worried. Even so, to stop her worrying (fussing) I had one of the district nurses look at it and she put a dressing on it that makes it look like I'm wearing a finger puppet on my foot.

To add to the surreal nature of my life, this morning I ate my breakfast to the accompaniment of Polly having a Ukulele lesson and strumming 'She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain' in the chord of C. Her tutor has gone away to learn how to play 'The Wheels On The Bus' so he can teach her next week.

That's it for now. Until next time.

1 comment:

  1. Next whitchurch wanderers visit, me and the boy Bassbin, two guitars, Polly on the Uko and Matty on his guitar...Sammy on the Gazoo and you can bash soemthing loud and tinny if you like......oh what a jam we'll have!!


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