The H
appy Event remains pending and it may be that th baby reckons it should wait until warmer weather before starting its slide down what Tom Lehrer called 'the razor blade of life'. And who is to blame it. N13 remains colder than Hutton with no relief in sight until 'milder but unsettled'weather returns on Christmas Day. So it is beginning to look like a Christmas baby. However despite the delay work is found for idle hands and Huttonian is well experienced in grand parental duties away from familiar territory:
(a) Top up shopping. Master of house does comprehensive shop with list dictated by mistress. Mistress does another comprehensive shop, assisted by visiting grand father with list agreed by Master etc. Huttonian does two top up shops for items overlooked or
not found by M and M of house.
(b) Amusing Ms Z. Not generally a problem. But 30 minutes of guiding little fingers on the mouse to activate the more dreary interactive antics of La LA, Tinkie Winkie etc on the CBEEBIES website leads to repetitive strain injury and premature pall syndrome.Philosophical Question: why does the CBEEBIES website never crash?
(c) Odd chores. Bread crumb manufacture, bird feeding. More top up shopping. Do be a dear and just pop out.....A luxury we are denied in Hutton-you can pop out, but that is as far as it goes, as it were. But if there was a village shop I am sure I would never be out of it scooping up those unconsidered trifles forgotten by the wife at Sir Morrisons.
The man on the bench,
behind the war memorial,
outside the kirk complained
about the view
(obscured by the war memorial)
'Its boring,waiting'.
He complained to the passing fireman.
'Waiting for Godot? Is it?, asked
the fireman (fresh from dousing
the flames under a Christmas turkey)
revealing a hitherto, unsuspected
literary bent.
'I am Godot' replied
the man on the bench.
Untruthfully, as it
happens.
No response from the fireman,
busy on another call. This time
of
nature.
(from Beckett Revisited,(Mouse Droppings from the Merse.1997. Pub Hutton Think Tank)
