Life is very quiet here at Head Rambles Manor.
I had a phone call in the early hours of yesterday morning, just after nine, from the BBC. I was expecting them to phone at half ten so I was a little surprised.
It was a courtesy call to say that they wouldn’t be ringing me.
I suppose it is only polite to phone someone to tell them that you won’t be phoning them?
Apparently my interview was cancelled. Something more important had come up.
This confused me a bit, as I could think of few things more important than an interview with Grandad, but I assumed that World War Three had broken out and let it pass.
But then she revived my faith in humanity and said they would be ringing me later in the week for an extended interview.
Later in the day, I had a call from Michelle in Spin South West. She interviewed me instead.
Apparently that station is aimed at 15 to 34 year olds, so at first I wondered why she wanted to talk to me. But she is a Foin Young Ting, so I let it pass.
As I said, life is quiet. Nothing much is happening around here. I put it down to the fact that we are snowed in.
I went for a walk last night, but only got as far as the front gate. The lane is like a skating rink, and I’m not going to risk a broken neck for anyone.
I think it’s going to be a quiet week ahead too.
It’s snowing heavily again.