What Day is it tomorrow?

It's been over 3 years since the patriarch 'crossed over', suddenly, with no warning, leaving behind a huge hole in all our lives. Since that time, I have taken to telephoning the matriarch a number of times each day, somewhere between 4-5 times, depending on what's going on in our universe!

I hear mutterings of 'whats that got to do with the price of fish', "did I need to know that". No, of course you did not, but its tpm's way of letting the world know that whilst this blog is intended to be a nonsensical,light hearted attempt at trivia, tpm does have the ability to touch on serious issues occasionally.

The point that has escaped the thread thus far, and has left even those gleaming white coated persons tutting,( and threatening to up the dose) is that once again, its Friday tomorrow. The matriarch spreads her good works around the village on Friday afternoons, pandering to those shoppers looking for what they think is a bargain in a charitable way.

It seems that I ask the matriarch, " What day is it tomorrow" at least three times a week, so frequently do we get around to Thursday evenings. At last, point made, move on...and so I shall..its been a few days since I appended my daily doings...not as some may be thinking, my 'motions', but my recounting of daily events here in tpm's upturned saucer of life!

Last weekend, the tpm's dined out at a local hostelry with like minded persons of the driving fraternity. The associations were cordial, if perhaps a little boring for Mrs. teapotmeister who, bless her, looked interested, even though it was more akin to watching paint dry at times. The food was edible, if sometimes on the cooler side of warm, caused by the rather high numbers of persons gathered for the purposes of saving on the washing up liquid!

Monday saw the 'Demon Damien' back behind the wheel of tpm's tuition.There have been occasions in the recent past, when tpm has queried the point of it all and no more likely to occur when 'DD' gets behind the wheel. Try to stay with me on this peeps, do not be caught out by the initials and wander off in to Dolly Parton land. Rest assured, that an hour with 'DD' and you are completely ready for that fantasy, and more appropriately, are simply begging the gleaming white coats for increased meds! Such nerve jangling exploits merit higher rewards than are currently on offer and were it not for an utter dislike of fish fingers,I can assure you that there would most definitively be a 'reduction' done on 'DD'!

Tuesday saw tpm drive our midwife daughter and her illustrious 'live in' doctor partner to the airport so she could immerse herself in Salzburg, playing the role of "Maria" of "Sound of Music" fame - slightly concerned as to who she will choose as her Captain! Apart from the usual contretemps with the rodent driver of a black hackney carriage who felt he owned the whole of the road, that outing slipped quietly into history..a rarity in itself!

The next day was wholly uneventful...the client list precluded any activity for that day so tpm had a day behind the keyboard, occasionally conversating by telephone with IT expert Peloponezian, who seems to be having some success with our erstwhile correspondent, wife in the north.




Following a traffic accident and subsequent injury to one's aunt and uncle in West Yorks, Pelo and the matriarch went visiting there and thus it was not necessary to make as many telephone calls today.Bruising and broken ribs seem to be the extent of the injuries, thankfully. Our thoughts are with them both for speedy recovery though the car may be terminal!

A quieter, more controlled session behind the wheel on Thursday allows me to conclude that apart from the traffic accident, there is not alot to report on. My conclusion in this is that I should actually revert back to drivelling on about teapots, teabags, cups of tea, with two Dolly's! Yes, you can now wander there!


Ho humm....so glad I'm a teapot!....xx