Talking to a man called Ray, I just accidentally called him 'Lynne'. Awkward. Made things worse by apologising, thus drawing attention to mad mistake. Finished off by calling him Roy.
Listening to Naturebang on R4 about animals that laugh. Reminded of the time I bought a coffee & doughnut at the beach. My mouth was literally open preparing to take a bite when a seagull speared the doughnut in its beak, kicked over the coffee, & flew off - I swear - laughing.
Trying to improve the 12yo's woeful general knowledge with a quiz
Me: What's the name of the leader of the opposition?
12yo: Keir Obama
Me: Er no. But his surname does rhyme with Obama
12yo: Keir O'Llama?
Driving with the 12yo
12yo: There's a dead pig by the side of the road
Me: Really? Are you sure?
12yo: Well, it could be unconscious
Drive round large roundabout to go back and help poor dead/ unconscious pig (not quite sure how), which turns out to be a sandbag.
Very happy that @BBCRadio4 have dramatised Mary Stewart's 1955 glamorous romantic thriller Madam, Will You Talk? (episode 2 tomorrow). Always felt it should have been a film with Grace Kelly & Cary Grant. Love Mary Stewart, who (fun fact) taught my dad A-level English in the 40s
At Specsavers getting varifocals, which is a depressing milestone. Makes me feel a bit old and odd, which clearly I am not.
Optom: Can you pass me your card again?
Me: *passes her my cardigan*
Had stressful dream in which Lorraine Kelly invited me to her dinner party. It was so big we queued to get in. Had to share a place setting with someone, but fortunately he was asleep. Had forgotten to say I was veggie, and it was Wolf on the menu, for both starter & main course.
11yo was nearly an hour late home & not replying to text messages, so called her friend's mum. Friend confirmed she'd got off the bus at the stop near our house an hour ago - so where was she?
She was downstairs reading a book about an assassin. Just hadn't bothered to say hello.
Was behind the door when 11yo's friend rang the bell. Opened it but stayed behind door as was in nightie. 11yo took ages tying shoelaces while I was stuck behind the door. Eventually (don't know why) 11yo's friend looked behind the door and there I was, like a lurking hobgoblin.
Just finished a detective story by a person called Dorothy L Sayers and - sorry for the spoiler, I won't tell you the title - THE CORPSE DID IT. IT WAS SUICIDE. Has the author never read a detective story? Pff.
11yo, reading notice at reception desk: 'Ring the bell for attention. There's no bell.'
Me: 'There's a bell right in front of you.'
11yo: 'Where? There's just a weird metal ornament of a lady in a big skirt.'
Watched Baz Luhrmann's Elvis with OH and a surprising number of others, given that it was 30 degrees outside. Liked it a lot, particularly Austin Butler as the King and Tom Hanks as a kind of Bad Mr Gruber from Paddington.
Simon Calder being absolutely, perfectly clear about the causes of the delays at Dover. Not to assign blame, but to counter the pitiful excuses from the government and the pro-Brexit gang with some plainly spoken facts. Imagine that: FACTS!