The last day today surely! And so it was. Up at 8, out at 9, back by 10. And a good part of that hour we weren’t working, just chatting with Eddie or Mr K. Felt pretty delighted with ourselves after that, believe me. We drove straight to Mission Market – I’d heard there was a jumble sale on at a church there, + I was right, tho’ it didn’t start till 11. So, we spent the time doing a little shopping at Overwaitea, + then I trotted out to buy some postcards while Val complained to the manager there about some photos we’d had developed there. Naturally, it did no good – he passed the buck on to the developing company. Ah well. On to the jumble sale. We’d thought it wouldn’t be like an East Ham one, with a queue outside, but really there wasn’t much difference – except they didn’t queue properly (damn foreigners!) A good jumble sale, tho’, with quite a bit of stuff. We bought a Pinter play, a piece of material to replace a piece we’d lost from the cabin, + best of all, a really ace T-shirt for Val – like a short-sleeved rugby shirt, with navy blue + yellow stripes, + a white collar, for 25c. Bought a couple of buns outside, then I rang Myrna. It seemed as tho’ it would be difficult to visit so that was ruled out. She didn’t know about Dad tho’, so I had to tell her. Then home + domesticity.
Fire lit, water on, as much as the stove would hold. Val washed virtually everything we had, + then we both took ourselves a bath… in the sink! Oh, before that, I shaved off my beard, one half at a time, + then I left a little clump below my lower lip. Ate hot lunch for the second time running – scrambled eggs + tomatoes on toast – + then when work was done, I tucked Val up in bed for a little while. We ate spaghetti Bolognese in the evening, but first I wasn’t hungry + second I didn’t like it, so I didn’t eat much. Went to North 40 – the band, Tyro, weren’t very special – the lead singer thought he was Mick Jagger (he wasn’t.) So left 12-ish, + drove to eat a hamburger. Got confused in Burger King car park, bumped over a kerb – stuck, one wheel spinning. Called a tow co – very efficient, lifted us out with no fuss. $15 tho’, + no hamburger!
Overwaitea sounds ominous; I don’t suppose obesity was on their mind when they came up with the name. Have always enjoyed jumble sales, and Val’s shirt was an obvious bargain.
Myrna was a lady who used to work in Dad’s toy shop in Stevenage, who had emigrated to Alberta.
And as for my incompetent driving…