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By ten o'clock this morning we are parked at Newbury Hilton Hotel. Boy is launching into Part 1 of the Umpire's course, so he can learn how to assist a referee in bossing a fight. He has two cheese sandwiches, a sparring kit and a bottle of water. I have a poor girl's croissant (granary slice with butter) and a plastic flask of Lavazza. Light shakes through the leaves of the boundary trees. Outside is aching, incisively cold. New buds pucker on cold branches ne'er the less: that is the intuitive optimism of Spring. Gloves on and car locked in case some crazy thief wants to steal dog hair and log bark: a walk, I will have: around big shops: quite the novelty. I am twirling frocks on hangers, stroking fluffy jumpers, my eyes are slurping up all the colours and the forms of the piled up aisles like I'm in an art gallery. Such fun, all this Stuff: one does not need so much of it but there is no denying the Fun.

(Boy did well on his course, incidentally, and will be debuting his new skills at a competition soon. And I bought a £4 sale rail dress.)




Comments

Sherry Ellis said…
Sounds like a good weekend!
2 March 2013 at 23:14
Suze said…
Slurping eyes = <<<<<::>>>>>

Not denying FUN is the province of the truly wise and wishboney.
3 March 2013 at 00:22
dolorah said…
This is why my kids do not do sports - you have to get up early for it, lol.

Glad he did well though.

........dhole
3 March 2013 at 07:00
Lisa Southard said…
I wasn't looking forward to the Newbury trip at all- but a good attitude turns most things around! Managed to embrace the FUN- and my eyes did feel positively greedy with all that stuff to take in. Normally I would be in training too, but I've done this course already. Early is okay as long as the coffee is STRONG :-)
6 March 2013 at 13:55
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