Great Expectations. You expect too much of them and they go and let you down. In future I'd be better off having quite reasonable expectations instead. Take today for instance....
Regular readers will be aware that today was my last proper day off before having to drag my sorry ar- self back to work tomorrow. The beauty of this extra day of dawdling is that it's designed to fool my phsyche into believing I've had a much longer holiday than I have because everyone else has gone back to work already. In theory it's a great idea. In practice, it's let me down.
The plan was a nice lazy start, perhaps some coffee in the bright morning sunshine in the garden while perusing the papers. Then possibly some catching up with the TV on the Sky plus box, or perhaps a movie or two. A leisurely afternoon and then something nice for dinner.
But no. Last night a slow puncture appeared in one of the tyres on the car. I zipped to the local garage and pumped it up. 20p for fresh air!!!! Mugged. Anyway, by around midnight another look at it and it had gone down somewhat, so clearly it would need repairing or replacing. Mrs G was scheduled to take the car to work, but of course now I would have to take it to the local tyre guys instead.
So much for a lazy start to the day. Up at the crack to take Mrs G to work. Then the tyre guys didn't have any tyres but would be able to get some this afternoon. To be fair to them they are extremely efficient and very good value for money, but they still couldn't get tyres before 2.30pm and because they were so busy, it still took about an hour to get to this point.
Home and domestic chores in a rush so that I could be back to the garage for more over inflated (it's not funny) air that would last long enough to get me back to the tyre guys for 2.30. And here was my one moment of relaxation all day. A cup of tea and an hour and half of cinema, or film, or movies or DVD's or whatever it is that you want to call it.
I bring this up for two reasons. Firstly, daughter and I had a long discussion about the correct term to use and the etemology of the various terms. There might actually be an entire blog entry in that conversation alone, but I'll leave it for another day. And secondly so that I can include a mini review of the film in question. But more of that in a minute.... first, let's get these tyres sorted.
So on arrival, there's around 6 other people waiting to have their cars tweeked and twiddled. This is what happens when a small business has such a good reputation. They get popular, they get busy and the customers have to put up with the wait. I didn't mind. There's free WiFi after all. It just meant that the slow and relaxed day has instead been spent hanging around a bunch of oily blokes with an unhealthy interest in rubber and exhaust pipes.
In the end, Monday's are Dustbin Days for us. The "Garbage Men" come and collect and me? Well, I've had a rubbish day off.
On the plus side - I did finally see "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance" and here are my thoughts:
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