Saturday, 31st July 2021.
Another nice day? Well it is only 7am.
Tonight we go see Jimeoin. However today it is damn hot and again we stay put. some tidying up. Slow, slow day.
It flies. A doze seems in order. We are roused by a phone call. We don’t make it to answer but the snoose cycle has been broken.
Anne says, where’s your camera?’ She disappears with it. Me thinks, sunset but just a smidgen early?
(N.B. smidgen /ˈsmɪdʒɪn/ noun INFORMAL a small amount of something. “add a smidgen of cayenne”)
I try to retrieve the sunset shots from the camera. Instead, I see lots of colour. The next door neighbours are very much into arts and crafts. I have notices sometimes at Beer O’clock that they are making things. Very clever. I have somewhere between little and no artistic prowess unless it is buried deep. In which case way too deep for the worlds best surgeon to retrieve. He would also need not so much a scalpel as a jackhammer and blasting power. He would have to go REAL deep. I have seen similar to these in weekend markets etc. I think they are called ‘dreaming s’ . Anne spotted the colour and recorded them. I see the neighbours quietly making other interesting items. I think it’s called creativity. I have some of that as well but it’s down a different track.
Early showers for early exit to the show tonight.
Parked and ticket presentation for entry.
I have to retrieve the tickets from my phone. I find the email and present details like invoice and payment but they are not the tickets themselves. So I am sent to the nice young lady at the ticket office. At this stage Anne is sure I have everything under control (why the hell would she think that!?) and repairs to the bathroom. The ticket lady takes my phone and retrieves the tickets AND scans them off the phone. (They can do that?) She has deduced I am less than efficient in this system, so she gets a ‘stick it’ piece of paper and writes down our row and seat number as well as the entrance door number. She declines my request to take me to the door.
Cath arrives and heads to the magic bathroom and they both come out shortly thereafter. I go seek another friend and the four of us are seated.
N.B. Re: fourth friend, the conversation goes, ‘$9!! I can buy a whole bottle for that!’
It’s Jimeoin, so it’s funny. The Northern Irish accent, his controlled delivery and ‘down to earth’ attitude and subjects has always been his signature and guarantee for success. e.g. ‘I found a shirt I really liked. I looked and it was made in China. I bought it anyway. I try to be loyal to Australia, but only if it doesn’t cost me money to do it.’ (or something like that).
I take the following photos. They were the best ones. No flash.
You are not supposed to take pics.
A soft hand touches me gently on the left shoulder. It was almost affectionate except it was followed by, ‘Sir. You are not allowed to take video’s.’ I said, ‘I’m not taking videos.’ She added, ‘ … OR photo’s.’ Had I gone on, I would have presented what I had taken and argued whether they could be seriously called ‘photo’s’, but common sense told me she had the high ground and while I had a camera, she had an authoritative machine gun.
Half time and Cath blazes the way. I say I want to line up for a drink but she steers us out to the balcony which has an initially, poorly supported bar. However speed is/was the essence. By the time we got our drinks there were thirty others behind us, that pinged the advantage of the balcony shortly after us (Cath) and were hoping to do the same.
The second half went as well as the first except no romantic shoulder caress. A chit chat in the car park and the night is done. Home in the dark. I must put it in the diary.
It felt a big day. I still had a part movie with a few nuts and a bit of grape juice to complete the day properly. Anne has no such requirement and was already in the land of nod before I had chosen the film. ((I only watch half an hour.)
More humour? You can never have too much.
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