The sun has got his hat on.
Hip hip hooray
The sun has got his hat on and
He's coming out today.
An oldie - my Dad used to sing this to me when I was a very small child and I so often think of it on sunny days (and him too).
It was hair day so taxi at nine twenty as usual, straight into the chair and out again by ten. I needed a picture hook to hang my Great grand daughter's photograph so I walked gently with Priscilla into town - only a few hundred yards - to buy one at our very good hardware shop. It is only the third time I have been right into town this year. And I really didn't like what I saw, although I suppose in these days business needs to be good. Several shops have closed and H S B C (which then became Costa Coffee and since the advent of Covid has been closed down) is a disgrace to the town being filthy dirty - you can't see into the windows and there is rubbish everywhere round it.
In addition, several of the shops in the Market Square now have lots of goods on display outside their shops in trolleys and baskets and shelves. It doesn't help and certainly offends my sensibilities and sense of tidiness. But in such a small town (under four thousand) I suppose they have to do anything to attract trade.
The town was very busy on this sunny day - groups of cyclists had stopped at the Post Horn cafe for a morning coffee. Motor cyclists were roaring through on their way up Dale. One or two coaches were in town and their occupants wandering round looking at the shops and sitting outside various cafes drinking coffee at the outside chairs and tables.
I bought my picture hooks, rang my taxi and sat on Priscilla's comfy chair - and then I had a thought. I was sitting right outside Andy's the Bakers! Andy makes lovely Cornish Pasties, Pork Pies, Sausage Rolls and many more goodies savoury and sweet. I just had time before Mike rolled up. "A Cornish Pasty please!" "Cold." Just in time (after lots of fumbling for change) as Mike drew up alongside me.
Home it was warm the pasty (delicious even though it was mid morning) eat it and then put up the photo. I measured and marked gently in pencil and the photo is lovely - just right. Now I can't find my India Rubber to rub out the pencil marks on the wallpaper. They stick out like sore thumbs. I shall not be going into town anytime soon to buy another rubber so it will have to stay as it is. I am totally worn out by my expedition - and to think once upon a time I used to think how exciting it would be to go to Everest Base Camp. I suppose I have just done the equivalent for almost 90!
See you tomorrow.