Wasn’t it good of the world to join in Red Nose Day with such vigour?
We had comedy captivity courtesy of the army with their adaptation of Toad escaping from prison, brought up to date in much the same way as I tried with the Grand Master of Sarcasm and Wit joke.
We had comedy counsel in the High Court. He made the device but it was never meant to explode and was being carried as a protest? I’ve heard of some strange defences in my time, but this stakes a compelling claim to at least one biscuit.
Even the England team in the World Cup joined in with a display of comedy cricket that made the opposition happy, at least.
It was a little less manic at work. When I left, shortly before five, I was winning two auction items and the amount we’d raised was over £600. I think we can be reasonably satisfied with that. I’ll certainly be happy - if I was, indeed, eventually successful - with my week’s worth of packed lunches (courtesy of Sticky) and cheese scones for my team - i.e. Tall Andy’s Krew (courtesy of Shazza). Meanwhile half a dozen of my prints had raised £23 for the cause (although I’m hoping that this rose sharply in the final hour as some of them were - in my opinion at least - worth significantly more than the highest bids in the 4pm update).
I provided a few laughs myself thanks to my having injured my back again and my waddling up and down the office to loosen up after I’d spent too long sitting. I’d rung the chiropractors first thing and had brought my lunchtime appointment forwards to 10:30. Dr K____i did her stuff and I did feel much better afterwards, the only problem being my seizing up again after sitting at my desk for any length of time exceeding 10 minutes, even with liberal use of cold packs.
I was not, therefore, particularly looking forwards to the drive to Torchwood Town tonight - perhaps I had subconsciously foreseen the traffic volumes that would lead to my taking over three hours to reach Wuglums Manor, just half way to Torchwood Town. Fortunately traffic had eased by the time I left, so I got here from W.M. in just over two hours - much better.
The Daihatsu Sirion does, however, have a curious and most welcome property not alluded to in its marketing brochure - I’m becoming convinced that the driver’s seat is, in fact, an orthopaedic device as my back definitely seems to improve after sitting in it for an hour or more. Compared to earlier in the day, at least, I was hardly waddling at all when I delivered the photo CD to Wuglums and LSLP or again when I arrived at Chateau Pops just before 1am.
Wuglums and LSLP were as impressed as I with the quality of the scanned slides and prints and - with my having collected 3061 images in all - there’s enough material there for umpteen blog posts. Watching some of the images on a slideshow at Wuglums Manor LSLP commented on how many of the photographs were almost Lionelesque in their composition and subject matter. I do seem to have inherited some sort of photographic ability in my DNA although we’ve yet to establish from whom. Perhaps Dad will be able to furnish some clues this weekend if he’s clear headed. I won’t be holding my breath, though.
Anyway it’s very late. Let’s see how the old back is in the morning, eh?
Nighty night.
