Dear Sheddists,
not a lot has gone on today at the House of Electrofried. Even Dylanne, the mad transgendered Spaniel, has stretched out flat on the landing floor to enjoy the last of the weak-rayed late afternoon sunshine.
It's been one of those days that's just so rewardingly ordinary. A lie-in is followed by a trawl through the arcane recesses of the interweb in search of yet another camera. I have in mind the MP, arguably the finest (and certainly the last) of Leica's marvellous mechanical cameras. It is a pinnacle of engineering, and commands, even second-hand, a price that is eye-wateringly full. No matter .. one can but dream.
We decided to give Veronica, our recently acquired VW charabanc, her first outing of the month. Re-assuringly, she started first time. Even better, a rather annoying failure of the electronic central-locking system decided to right itself en route, sparing us a trip to the local dealership.
With mrs electrofried riding shotgun we negotiated safe passage to the fancy fire-place emporium on the far reaches of the estate. An extensive inspection of their wares saw us settle on a log-burner for the front room. The surveyor arrives on Thursday, giving me just sufficient time to instruct my friendly bank-manager to secure yet another set of chains around the sadly depleted family fortune.
A short and frozen walk in the park with the dogs and now you find me seated at the trusty Victrola, listening to the radio once more, nails bitten to the quick, as the plucky boys in claret and blue seek to keep out a second goal from the mighty Gunners and secure a well-earned draw.
This is the very stuff of ordinariness. And do you know what? I rather like it ...
yours as ever,
electrofried (mr)
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