After a Mr Fish flatulated night-although we were spared the alarming storms and 'disruption' he vowed to inflict-I awoke convinced it was Tuesday. Tuesday is not very different from Monday in these parts, or indeed from any other day in peaceful drowsy Hutton. But Tuesday, unlike Monday or Wednesday or Friday is our turn for doing the newspaper run to Berwick on our own behalf and our neighbour's. And so off I went ignoring dire warnings of wet trees and broken branches (not a drop of wet for over 24 hours and hardly a fallen twig as it happened) as the rest of the house party decided to go to Ould Reekie to help amuse the 3.8 year old and (in the case of the wife) to add considerably to the dentist's cash flow. It was great to be able to make use of Safeways/Morrisons without having to brave the main shopping area crowded with caravanners with a weekend of frenetic debauchery behind them- I snatched the press from the kiosk and triumphantly arrived chez neighbour at a record early time. Sadly just missed him as he had left for the shops to pick up the papers as usual for a Monday. So we have carelessly contributed towards further unnecessary rain forest destruction he reluctant possessors of most of the Independents available in Berwick on any one day. AndI will have to repeat the process tomorrow assuming it is Tuesday. That is if I remember. I will soon be reduced to writing myself notes to remind me of the day when I awake. But if I forget to do that as well-what then?
Leave it to the wife, I think.
