Walking

We had to head over to a neighbouring town today.

Herself had some kind of female appointment and it wasn’t Skobieville so I was happy to oblige.

While she was being attended to, I took Penny for a walk around the neighbourhood. So far so good. It was fucking hot and sweaty but one can’t complain.

After Herself re-joined us, she suggested a cup of coffee. which was fine by me. I drove and we found a nice place with sunny seating in front. All the parking was taken up so I dropped Herself off and went in search of a place to stick the car. I found a grand spot but it was one hell of a stroll from the shop. Not being one to complain, I parked and walked Penny back to join Herself. At least it was downhill all the way.

Had a grand mug of coffee and went to light the old pipe. I’d left the fucking thing in the car. Bollox! Not being a slave to the thing I decided to go without. No problem.

Herself had done some shopping and there was a really heavy bag under the table. She suggested I bring the bag up to the car and then drive back as there were now some spaces. Seemed like a good idea.

I walked Penny back to the car [all uphill this time] lugging the shopping that cut into my hand. Got attacked by two dogs on the way. Got to the car to realise I had left my keys on the coffee-shop table. Bollox!

Walked back to the coffee-shop, still lugging the shopping. Got attacked by two dogs again.

Collected the keys and lugging the shopping [which by now weighed well over a ton] walked uphill back to the car. Got attacked by the two dogs once more.

Happily sat into the car and drove back down to the coffee-shop. All the spare spaces had been taken. They somehow knew I was coming? Found a spot one hell of a walk but in a different direction. At least there were no dogs to attack me.

Walked Penny [who by now was really dragging her feet] back to the coffee-shop. Uphill all the way. Was happy not to be attacked by any dogs and at least I had got rid of the shopping. That was now melting back in the car.

Got to the coffee-shop to find Herself had finished her mug and wanted to go home. Could I ever collect the car and pick her up?

Ever the gentleman, I walked Penny back to the car, collected it and then collected Herself.

I’m home and utterly fucked now.

Can’t walk another inch.

And I never got to enjoy my pipe with my mug of coffee after all that.

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Walking — 21 Comments

Mossy on 17th July 2013 at 2:56 pm said:

All one can say is "oh dear".
- Grandad on 17th July 2013 at 3:13 pm said:
  
  Once again – I feel I'm getting old!
tt on 17th July 2013 at 3:41 pm said:

Why did you carry the heavy bag to the car? Why not leave the bag with the missus till you got back to the cafe with the car? Is yours the Irish way ? Heh !
- Grandad on 17th July 2013 at 5:54 pm said:
  
  A couple of reasons. Firstly people kept tripping over it, and secondly it was sort of melting in the sunshine. I thought it might be better off in a relatively cool car. You can be sure that everything I do has some kind of logic behind it [except maybe walking to the car without any keys, but that was memory and not logic].
Mac McCubbin on 17th July 2013 at 5:19 pm said:

Now Grandad. I stumbled over (stepped in?) this and thought "I wonder what the Awd Fella would make of it". So I decided to find out…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ETmMcc-v5yk
- Grandad on 17th July 2013 at 5:57 pm said:
  
  Hah! That is supposed to be art, I take it? Or did someone just mount a camera inside Ward 6 of the local Loony Bin?
  - mactheknife on 18th July 2013 at 6:22 pm said:
    
    As to it being art, to quote Socrates, it beats the fuck out of me. I reckon five loonies could come up with something more coherent. How did you like the 'sculpture', by a famous Austrian artist no less. Looked like big fuck-off pipecleaners to me… 🙂
    - Grandad on 18th July 2013 at 6:46 pm said:
      
      What baffles me is that people actually pay to watch tripe like that. Even worse, gubmints give them fucking grants!
      
      That was a sculpture, was it? I thought it was a balloon animal…
      - mactheknife on 19th July 2013 at 4:26 pm said:
        
        Two gets you five the EU's funding that yodelling dollop…
Bluejeanbaby on 17th July 2013 at 5:34 pm said:

Nice Guys ALWAYS finish last, Grandad!
- Grandad on 17th July 2013 at 5:58 pm said:
  
  Damn! I knew I should have ordered another mug!
Not Green on 17th July 2013 at 7:38 pm said:

Sounds like the old Dubliners hit about the barrell full of bricks on the building site.
- Mossy on 18th July 2013 at 7:49 am said:
  
  Exactly what I thought too only I couldn't remember the song – thanks!!
  - meltemian on 18th July 2013 at 11:59 am said:
    
    ……or "The Barrell" by Gerard Hoffnung?
    - Grandad on 18th July 2013 at 12:27 pm said:
      
      Ah! Haven't heard that in a while –
      
      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZUJLO6lMhI
Anne on 17th July 2013 at 10:29 pm said:

Would it be time for one of those electric wheelchair thingys GD?
Just teasin'.. I'm melting myself in this heat.. nevermind the messages.

I would have left the messages with herself altogether, 'till you got the car back down to her.
You have her spoilt rotten.
- Grandad on 18th July 2013 at 12:30 pm said:
  
  Next time…. 😉
Bucko on 18th July 2013 at 12:22 pm said:

And they say men rule the world. It's definately the women.
- Grandad on 18th July 2013 at 12:30 pm said:
  
  Women don't rule: they nag.
jim C on 18th July 2013 at 12:31 pm said:

A larger dog and saddle perhaps,or at least a cart for the dog to pull.
- Grandad on 18th July 2013 at 5:59 pm said:
  
  Now that is a good idea a wee cart, huh? I must look out for one. The trouble is that if she took off she'd give Ben Hur a run for his money.

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