Pull the Other One

There was much excitement on the allotment front, as DH ordered some parts to rebuild his polytunnel, which was flattened by the recent storm Ali.
Unfortunately, the parts for the replacement frame arrived minus a key support.
Fortunately, the missing leg was located by the carriers and delivery was promised the following afternoon.

Saturday morning was bright and sunny, so I began tackling the laundry backlog.
Then the doorbell rang.
Through the glass panel in the frint door, I could see the postie taking an item out of his bag.
"Well, if it fits in his bag it cannot be the missing leg..." thought I.
Indeed it wasn't.
Instead, it was some brightly covered aprons for the Afternoon Tea Services in October' and December.
That was pretty impressive, for delivery promised between the 6th and 16th of October!

Soon afterwards there was another delivery.
This time it was the missing section of the frame.
Mind you, when DH had told me he was expecting delivery of a leg, I envisaged something a little larger than the package that arrived...

The KHT was looking forward to a trip to town,
as she misses having a day off during the week.
Unfortunately, she was also suffering from the effects of a cold, so I didn't want her to do too much wandering.
I checked the cinema listings.
Christopher Robin was on at 3pm.
Excellent!
We could have a short wander around town and then she could relax into the wonderful  and undemanding world of Winnie the Pooh.

We were dropped off close to the centre of town and walked up Evesham Street, providing the opportunity to visit Pokestops and catch invisible monsters.
Then we noticed blue lights and could hear a tannoy.
Had there been a big drama at one of the shops in Church Green East?
A large crowd gathered around the bandstand.
I had forgotten that the town was expecting a big visit today.
"Ooooh!" said the KHT. "It is Jeremy Corbyn!"
We had missed the main event, which was a pity as I would have been interested to hear what he had to say.
On the other hand,  it would not have been a good day for the KHT to have hung around.
If you look carefully Jeremy Corbyn is just visible beneath the trio of red balloons...





However, it wasn't JC we had come to see, much as I would have liked to have been there to hear his speech. Instead, CR was the man that had drawn us to town. CR, as in the film Christopher Robin.

The KHT thoroughly enjoyed the film, though I must admit that I did get irritated by parts of the story.
1. Why didn't CR go to the cottage and take his work with him?
2. Why didn't he talk to his wife?
3. Why didn't he go and see his wife and daughter when he arrived in Sussex?
4. Why were the characters so drab? Disney seems to reinvent characters in such a way that you struggle to recognise who they are. Let's face it, Winnie the Pooh looked like a paler version of Paddington, and was equally lacking in credibility!
Having said that the film had enough humour to outweigh these petty annoyances.

Not Sunday Best

DH collected us from town having completed an afternoon's successful leg planting for his repaired polytunnel.
However, his endeavours had taken their toll on his jeans, which were decidedly muddy and ripped.
DH didn't think that they would survive washing, so they were deposited in the bin.
This was despite me pointing out that they were the most fashionable item of clothing he possessed...