Nothing much has happened today, so I've nothing to tell you. Not that it will stop me talking of course, because very little does that.
I went back to the garage this morning, as they wanted to check the car 500 miles after its repair. I took the paper and sat and read for a bit - it only took 15 minutes or so. I listened to Mark as he answered the telephone - he's very good, you know. Pitches it just right, friendly without being over-familiar and genuinely helpful - not obsequious, nor just going through the motions.
After that, I spent the day in the shop. Very busy this morning, quite a rush. I served most of the customers, as Eileen was busy tidying up, but she helped when the queue built up. She was a bit tetchy in fact, as she reckoned there were untidy areas behind the tills. Yes, so there were - it was busy on Saturday too, and Al was on his own all afternoon and I expect that, by the time 6.30 came and he'd cashed up and all, he rather wanted to go home, after 10 hours solid work with no lunch break. Smiling throughout and all...
I arrived home to find an email from El, 'casually' mentioning their anniversary - too late to email her at work, so I've just rung. They haven't checked their answerphone messages yet, I've assured her she'll find a good one from her father. And also that an envelope will arrive during the week. She was good-natured about our lapse of memory: as I explained, it was not that we forgot the date, just applied it to the wrong offspring. The reason for the title of this post is that I can remember I noted it in a year's time and check.
I remembered to take my iPod with me, and as soon as Eileen left I turned off Rad10 Br0adland and turned it on, with the amplifier thingy. When I forget that, I have to unplug it from my ears when a customer comes in. I listened to Brahms clarinet quintet and Chopin's piano concertos, and then some Sidney Bechet. Customers remarked (are you reading this Al?*) how much more enjoyable the music was today than usual. The Geoff came in and, for some reason, started to talk about Jimi Hendrix - "Have you heard of him?" Goodness, he must think I'm young. I twiddled a bit and found some for him. "Ooh, that's a bit loud", he said.
Actually, on Saturday morning, Rad10 Br0adland had a first. "I've got that! That's never happened before" I said. "Are they improving their quality, by any chance?" "You listen to Evanescence?" asked Sarah (you could see she was impressed, well, she's at an impressionable age. I said that I do. "Mind you," I added, "when Ro heard it, he asked why ... 'a bit teenage Goth, isn't it?' he said." I was, I declared, unabashed. I like it.
*I know the answer - it's no.