I had intended to wake up,
take the dog for a walk and then sit in my office and get as much done as
possible before going to meet Mandi from work. What actually happened is I
checked my emails and decided that I couldn’t really be bothered with any of it
so turned off the computer. After breakfast and an episode of The Simpsons I took Jack to the park for an hour. Jack has
now instigated a little game when we’re playing fetch, where he will bring me
the ball back a few times to lull me into the fact that we’re playing together,
and then run away with it. I then have to run after him for the ball, while
Jack outruns me before dropping the ball and lying down and having a roll
around waiting for me to catch up. Almost as soon as my breathless smoker’s
body staggers up to him he picks up the ball and runs away again. This goes on
for ages and Jack is well aware of the fact that he is winning this new game. Sometimes
he lets me grab the ball in the ball throwing device and run off with it
myself, and he chases after me until I throw the ball in the opposite direction
to make him run away after it. Once he has had enough and wants to go home he
picks up the ball and casually walks to the park gate and waits for me to catch
up and put his lead back on. That time on the park is the only time when I’m
not fretting over the fact that I’m not writing or in some other way doing
something career orientated. I can allow my mind to clear when all I have is
Jack and his entertaining antics.
After I had met Mandi from
work we went for something to eat, I hadn’t had a proper breakfast (a bowl of cereal)
so was ready by two o’clock. We headed straight to Hartley’s in Hockley,
(without even bothering to see that Lee Rosy was full) somewhere I don’t think
I’ve eaten anything other than a cob before. As it was Saturday I decided that
I wanted something that not only was fried but also began life as a pig. To my
utter delight I spotted an all day breakfast baguette on the menu, which as
soon as Mandi said I wouldn’t be able to eat it without making a mess, became a
challenge.
Mandi was right (on this
occasion, ha-ha I am hilarious) about the impracticalities of the all day
breakfast baguette; it needed a knife and fork to prevent myself from walking
around town covered in baked beans and tinned tomatoes. It only cost a fiver
for a baguette with two slices of bacon, two sausages, fried egg, tomatoes,
beans and two hash browns. Although I wasn’t stuffed (and could have quite
easily eaten the whole thing again) it was a satisfying fuelling for an
afternoon of record shopping. I even took my super cool retro vintage record
bag.
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