Yesterday, Andy and I went to Canterbury to see a production of 'The Pirates of Penzance.' Disappointingly, there were no pies, rats, pens or ants involved, but there was a considerable amount of 'Arrrrr' -ing and much roister doister, and the Marlowe Theatre is jolly nice so all in all it was a good way to spend an afternoon.
Also, because Canterbury has a C & H Fabrics I was pretty much forced into buying a pattern and fabric for my next sewing project, which is this...
...and we had tea and cake, and a mooch around the City, and then lunch in the lovely little independent café above Waterstones, and a sit by the river to do a spot of reading.
However, our visit to this historic city was tinged with a certain amount of trepidation because on Friday I discovered via the medium of the local news that there was to be a protest in Canterbury on Saturday afternoon. A protest about traffic congestion and air pollution. And this protest was to take the form of...nudey cyclists riding their bicycles in the nude around the town. With no clothes on. On bicycles. Nope, I couldn't see the connection either. The explanations given by the organisers seemed very tenuous - more an excuse for a bunch of exhibitionist oddballs (pardon the pun!) to get their kits off and feel the breeze on their cheeks, if you ask me.
Luckily for my delicate eyeballs, the protest took place whilst Andy and I were in the theatre so we missed all the hoo-ha, wobbling, flashing and dangling. If you really can't help yourselves, and don't mind being put off your food, then there is a news report with reader comments on the website at www.kentonline but really, I wouldn't look if I were you. (Shudders.)
And I bet if the protest had been scheduled for today, it would have been cancelled! It is cold, raining and blowing a bit of a hooley out there. Last day of May? First day of December more like. Sheesh! To top it all, we were woken at 4.20 this morning by the neighbours shouting in drunken foreign AGAIN so I am feeling very raddled on just 4 hours of sleep. Ironically, we had decided to employ the blackout blind in an attempt to avoid being woken by the daylight which appears at around 4.30ish these days. Has anyone invented a noise-out blind? Because I think we need one.
Needless to say, I have spent an hour this morning on the interwebbly staring blearily at houses for sale in Herefordshire. My criteria has now been extended to 'detached' and 'in a field.' I am also considering taking up the trumpet which I am sure I shall play VERY BADLY.
And I am NOT going to say, 'Never mind,' because I do. Pah!
Did I tell you I had my first proper writing job for a proper magazine this week? That was a bit exciting! Got a call asking if I could proof read and edit one article, one interview and three shorter pieces. They duly arrived by e-mail and kept me occupied for most of Thursday. The feedback was gratifyingly positive. And my knowledge of the forklift truck industry has expanded a thousand fold! It was genuinely very interesting. I've not really considered this aspect of writing before - I suppose because I am an English teacher and I do this all the time with students' work it is just a skill I've developed naturally over the years - but it can be done from home, can't it? And home can be anywhere you want it to be, right? Like in a field. Something to give more thought to, I reckon.
Right, I need to either light the woodburner or dig out my enormous woolly cardigan. And make a cup of tea. And find some thicker socks. And do nothing more energetic than continue my reading of 'The Illusionists' by Rosie Thomas which is a jolly entertaining book indeed!