Another lazy Sunday. For me, that is, since I have the weekend off. Val managed to put another few hours in. My morning labours involved nothing more strenuous than a spot of clearing-up + a stroll to the Dairy for bread + milk. Which is a pleasant enough activity for a Sunday morning, even if there is no Observer waiting for me. Still, Val did discover via the radio that West Ham won yesterday, + are now second in the table. My word, what more news could one desire? (A rhetorical question.)
After lunch, an even lazier time, playing halo + swimming. And then work, which was a shame in a way, since Sue + Wayne were holding a big barbecue party, to which we were invited. Still, just at the moment, we’d rather have the money. The time passed pretty quickly. From 6.30 to 7.30 there was a happy hour, during which time the tour company paid for all the drinks of their party. Surprisingly, people didn’t go nearly as mad as one might have expected them to, + as I’ve experienced in the past with free bars (from both sides). I then had quite a bit of wine to serve, + I’m by no means entirely happy with my performance yet. I’m not at all slick, + feel very cack-handed + unsure about the whole business. I worked very late – people kept holding me up when I was getting ready to close. Not that I’m complaining – it’s all money in the bank.
Don’t even know what Val was working at on a Sunday morning – cleaning, I suppose. And I ought to explain halo (though later on I call the same game quoits, but it’s the same game.) Played a bit like badminton, on a similar sized court with a similar net. You throw the quoit (or halo) over the net, where your opponent must catch it before it hits the ground – surprisingly good fun.