Sadly, as the years pass, I’m coming to realise the opposite is nearer the truth. This is not to say I can’t be cajoled in to a sudden change of plans, but generally the weekly routine is not too bad.
As a ‘for instance,’ I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, when it suddenly occurred to me that something was missing. I went through the time honoured routine of patting my shirt pocket, and then my head – usually a good way of locating glasses, and having reassured myself that they were to hand, should the need arise, I was still aware that something was most definitely missing.
The sharper amongst you will have already guessed there was no Bing about!
Meanwhile I, and any of you still as slow as me, continued to scratch my head and mutter ‘ummm?’
I wandered into the study and half-heartedly began wading through another pile of circulars, bills and statements in the hope that something of a more interesting nature would turn up.
Some hopes!
Further down another pile I discovered a c.d. that had somehow wandered into the bill’s. As our musical tastes might not concur, I shan’t waste your time with a description of this particular work, suffice to say I was shortly after, listening to the wonderful opening bars of Bruckner’s 4th Symphony.
(Sorry for wasting your time!)
My comfort zone just about survived the 1st movement, but as it was coming to a close, the feeling of something missing, wandered back into the cavern, which for the sake of decency I shall call my brain.
It was no good, I was definitely not at ease and decided a few minutes trundling a tune or two out of the piano, might do the trick.
It was sometime later, whilst pouring a cup of coffee, that I caught up with the rest of you, and remembered that the lad was missing!
As yet, I haven’t quite entered the realm of complete forgetfulness. The lad had arrived earlier and had taken himself off into the garden to do a ‘patrol’ of the bounds, and I had wandered off to….um…well do whatever it was I had in mind to do.
Bing is very much a lad of habit, and usually by now he would’ve wandered in and pointedly made a remark about the passage of time and so forth, and shouldn’t the old poop be thinking about mid-morning snacks ….and such?
A quick stroll around the garden showed no sign of the lad, and so I wandered upstairs, assuming that I would find him standing on a chest and looking out of a bedroom window.
Not there.
I was beginning to wonder if he had taken up one of his napping stations under the piano, when I heard a sound coming from another bedroom. There the lad was discovered, out like a light, and as snug as a bug in the proverbial rug!
‘Bing!’
‘M’mmmmwassat?’
‘Bing, you’ll get us both shot!’
‘It’s luvverly guv, I’m surprised you don’t spend longer snoozing here.’
This was not the time to harp on about my poor sleeping habits. The lad is well known for leading me away from the topics in hand by engaging me in explanations that gently lead me away from…..whatever it was I was about to speak about.
‘Bing?’
‘Yes old poop?’
‘I think you and I should be downstairs and…….’
‘Snacking guv?’
‘Well….’
‘I don’t mind if I do guv, I don’t mind if I do!’
Like a blur he descended the stairs…….I closed the bedroom door, and I think wisely, decided to draw a veil over this episode.
‘C’mon guv I’m starving!’
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