What a splendiferous day. The kind one wishes could become a kind of Groundhog Day. Imagine waking up to a package that has wrapped within its patterned paper a bottle of this wonderful stuff. Then after a lazy breakfast, depart the house for a haircut - almost a hedonistic pleasure in this country - followed by a rare browse through a bookshop. I am so looking forward to wallowing in the 19th century again. A century when words were used in abandon but so very few were ever wasted. Follow that with a lunch at a French brasserie and then a quick late afternoon snooze. And the day hasn't even finished yet!
Posted by Joe at March 21, 2004 06:43 PMI spent the day watching my son hit someone else's son, and failing to get points for it.
But mostly, waiting for the above to happen. The scheduled interlude was four hours, but in the end we waited more than six between the kata and the bouts.
Posted by: DJ at March 22, 2004 07:27 AMMy Sunday started in the middle of the night with me powering up my kiln followed by snatches of sleep as I coaxed the box of tricks and then early morning coffee with the thatcher working on my roof before settling down to an enjoyable day of brush work with occassional breaks to watch a real craftsman at work - I have watched this particular thatcher on various sites from his green days fresh out of the city to today where, to my eye at least, he is a thorough professional who is fully preprared to try all sorts of acquired methods, without prejudice of where they come from, to get the job done.
Nevertheless a barber-provided haircut, book browsing alone, French cuisine and a siesta sounds mighty tantalizing!