Quiet Tuesday

IT'S A quiet day in the Geriatrics' Corner of the Pub. Just myself, My Good Lady and Little B. Liam and Ricky are behind the bar, but there's so little for them to do, they join us in completing the Times2 crossword, what there is left for us to do. The bitter coldness of the day means that they've lit the stove - but the wood is so damp, it simply won't burn. Ricky puts some pieces of coal in, which helps, but nobody can claim it's exactly a roaring blaze. Little B sits all afternoon in his coat and scarf.

Little B has brought in his latest toy, a laptop computer. He's never used a computer in his life, but now, admirably, in his seventies, he giving it a go. His aspirations are modest enough: he wants to go online and post the occassional email to his friends. Unfortunately, the shop where he bought the machine gave him no instruction at all on how to use it, not even on how to turn it on. He brings it along in the hope that we can be of assitance, but my knowledge of laptops is almost as lamentable as Little B's. Ricky it is who points out there there is no wireless connection available at the Pub. Poor Little B puts his new purchase away in his carrier bag, sadly no wiser. I hope he's not regretting making his purchase - I really do believe computer shops have a duty to give some basic instruction on how to use the products they sell. I'm quite miffed on Little B's behalf.

Evening. I do us a spicy chicken stirfry for dinner - My Good Lady's desire for spice remains insatiated (she's planning a hot curry for us tomorrow). It's odd how little spice the French use in their cuisine - a pinch at most. As a result, we've come back from Perpignan with a serious case of spice depreviation, and MGL in particular is suffering from it.

Later we watch a bit of Millionaire (ITV 1) before opening a bottle of wine, a rather dry Aussie Chardonnay. We have a chunter about the day and it's doings, our plans for tomorrow and next week, all to the sweet sounds of Ella Fitzgerarld. These are the magic moments of our lives - we just chill out, with a glass in hand and to some great tunes. Sheer bliss!