The good news is, they renewed my website subscription when I wasn’t looking, so you get a whole other year of dogs life(s).
We’re now counting down the days to my firewalk (Oct 9TH), but they’ve decided you can only have two guests, so the all singing, all dancing, full musical with orchestra and dancers, will have to be pared back to the shared video. You do still have time to sponsor me (and thank you to all who have already done so). My just giving webpage is here.
My second week of reccuperation has gone smoothly and I am now (once again) enjoying the wonders of depth perception. Sadly, it would seem that only having one (useful) eye was not the reason I did so badly at badminton against my teenage sons, nor can I continue to use that excuse for my inability to locate the mustard/salt/butter/other everyday kitchen object, which is seemingly “right in front of me”.
Unhappily, I am still unable to see how dirty the floor is (I’m told) or how badly the stairs need swept. I suspect I’ve been fitted with a faulty lens (or as some woud say -faulty brain).
The “bad” news is that in my sheltered recovery, I have not been on fire, drowned (that was just once really, under supervision), fallen off anything (larger than the kerb) or even dropped a cake.
I shall therefore share an older story that came up in conversation recently. It concernes my superhero weakness – queues.
I like a KFC (I would say that’s not actually true anymore. What I like is the idea of KFC, the last few times the idea has been a lot better than the product). Anyway, It’s a once in a blue moon indulgence, usually also about convenience and time. My wife was away (an essential to even approach this product) , I was in a rush, and I had parked (for other reasons) right at the door, and there was only one customer in the shop. So why not, I ask myself.
Now you may be asking how one person can constitute a queue? Even I did not see an issue at the time, but after waiting 10 minutes or so, and not being served (there were 3-4 staff, all catering to this one guy), I start to home in on the conversation, and the serious large number of cartons stacking up in front of him.
The client is a coach driver, whose bus is broken down and awaiting a tow. He is buying 80 plus meals (with fries, and sides, and drinks) for the passengers while they wait to be rescued!
I had a chippy.
Next week on IaDL: A funny thing happened while I was waiting in the chippy…
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 