Emails, shops, chickens and films
The day started at a fairly reasonable 09h30. I could have slept in far longer, but with dad here thought I ought to make an effort so set an alarm. Of course, that made the day quite long - for a Saturday - with the result that I feel as worn out as I would after a day in the office.
I made breakfast while dad battled my iBook to send an emails to Buenos Aires where a significant time lag guaranteed they’d be left on the server for several hours to come. The morning slid by fairly swiftly. We watched CD:UK and Top of the Pops (which dad assures me they now have in France - same name, same logo) and I picked out snacky recipes for tomorrow evening. Settled on pasta and drove out to Sainsbury’s to buy the ingredients, dad in tow.
He was bowled over by what you could buy there. He spent ten minutes or more looking through the cheeses, a wide-eyed fifteen in the fruit and veg aisles, and almost as long among the olive oil and dried mushrooms. And this is someone who lives in Provence - surrounded by olive groves and mountains practically rotted to the core with fat, flat mushrooms, cooling themselves in the shade of citrus trees.
He assures me the best of the French produce is exported straight out of the country, and the crap kept back to feed the locals.
I had kind of planned the day so we’d leave home around 12h30 and arrive at Bluewater by one. As it happened we left at 14h30 and after fighting through roadworks arrived some time after 15h. It was long enough, though, and by the time we’d looped it twice I was ready for home. Still empty-handed, but that’s no bad thing.
Hoping to show him that in spite of last night’s back, crack and sack waxing episode British TV does still have at least one or two programmes worth watching, I sat him down in front of Chicken Run the moment we got home and made tea and toasted cinnamon bagels. He grew up on a chicken farm and apparently the production-line mentality isn’t that far from the truth.
Since he arrived yesterday evening I reckon I’ve watched a month’s-worth of my regular TV quota.
To the cinema after dinner - having just read a story on the BBC News site about how Washington DC cinemas are pretty much out of business with the locals convinced they’re going to be gasses in them - to watch Catch Me If You Can. Very well told. It’s easy to forget you’re watching Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio - a good thing, I’d say.
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