I was cooking dinner and he came to chat to me. "Am I interrupting?" he asked, because the radio was on. I have complained, sometimes, that people do not think that the radio matters. If you're watching television, they wait for a break before speaking, but they tune out the radio and talk over it and I've often missed something I wanted to listen to.
On this occasion, it was just background conversation, so I assured him I was happy to listen to him. He chattered away happily, about the sale of course, and after a while, grating cheese into a sauce, I dropped the grater. Into the sauce. "Sorry," he said, "That was my fault, I distracted you."
Of course, it wasn't his fault at all, I was merely clumsy.
I have packed, apart from books. I seem to have a shortlist of 6. I'm wondering if this is enough, or perhaps too many. I have also to pack my camera, but at least I have charged the battery. I need to take photos tomorrow, for the advertisement for our July sale. Apparently, the deadline is Monday. The photo is to be of a tea caddy. Vitally, it has its original cover. That doubles, at least, its value.
The Sage is already planning the October sale too. He is very happy.
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Just in case this is your last post before leaving, may I take this opportunity to trust you have a wonderful, relaxing trip. You deserve it.
Thank you, Dave, very much. On my to-do list for today is 'email Dave' so you may hear from me later.
Sorry the award wasn't there when you commented. It is now. Oh, and have a good trip.
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