This morning I went to the dechetterie and threw another huge pile of stuff away. Much of it wasn't really worth anything at all but there was some stuff that was rather significant in my past and it was surprisingly difficult to hurl it into the waiting jaws of a huge digger that was about to carry it off into the incinerator.
While I was there Terry rang me and asked me to pick up a three-phase circuit breaker. And I was halfway to the tile shop before I realised that I was supposed to be going to the electrician's. Anyway, to cut a long story short ... "thank you" - ed ... they didn't have one in and needed to order it. Could I come back this afternoon?
So after lunch and a little desultory sanding down of woodwork and polyfilla in the second half of the living room, I went out to pick up the circuit breaker. Terry rang again and asked me to pick up three packets of tiling cement and so this time I did indeed go to the tile shop where I had a lengthy chat with the owner while the minions searched for the cement.
On the way back the canal bridge was all closed off and there were loads of cop cars about - whether someone had thrown themselves in the canal I don't really know but the circulation was difficult to say the least and it was about 18:30 when I returned home.
It's Saturday night of course and so once the rugby had finished we hit the streets. Up to Schuman where we found a decent Italian restaurant. My penne al arrabiata was the best I had ever eaten and everyone else thoroughly enjoyed their meal. A pint in the James Joyce rounded off the evening perfectly and then we came back home - at about 11:15.
What an enjoyable day!
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