Great Expectations

I awoke today full of good intentions.

I was going to get up, get dressed and then have a leisurely mug of tea or five.

Then [if the mood took me] I was going to scribble off a couple of incredibly witty lines here.

Then I was going to do a drop of gardening while the Summer lasts [I think Winter is forecast to start next weekend].

Unfortunately, we all know what happens to the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men.  They do gang aft agley, don’t they?

It started with an email, appealing for some help.  I was in the middle of responding to that when another mail arrived, also pleading for some assistance.  Thereafter a couple more mails arrived, that politeness indicated that a reply was in order.  All in all, things got a little hectic.

This is the problem with being me.  Grandads are often called upon for assistance but when you are THE Grandad, life takes on a heavier burden altogether.

I did the only sensible thing.

I switched off the laptop and went down to the village for a few leisurely mugs of coffee, where I could sit in the sun and throw peanuts at the tourists.

Sometimes the simplest solutions are best?

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Great Expectations — 7 Comments

  1. I know the feeling all too well of late, what with planning the wedding and all that shite. Take today for example; I was supposed to book the flights for September but fuck it, I decided to take the dogs for a walk up to the Estuary. Priorities first, eh? ;)

  2. Kick your TV set in and make history – that was a far left slogan I heard in London many summers ago when I marched in protest against either the Vietnam War or the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, or maybe both. The far-lefters shouted it up at bemused gawkers looking down on the street from third floor apartments. So good on you there Grandad. You switched off the darn laptop and went down to the village for a cuppa. We should all take matters in hand sometimes and switch off the mobiles, and shoot the darn TV sets with a double barreled shotgun, and get on with real living. 

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