Oddly enough today has, in the main, not been overly exciting. I have completed another 11 hours of decorating and created another 6 hours work because, well just because.
I took an expedition to the larger store in town only to be met by what appeared to be a small group of protesters. On further inspection this was one of those weird outside queuing systems and the random spacing was down to the fact that there were no markings to determine 2 m separation. It is becoming abundantly clear that very few people actually know what 2 m looks like.
As a man who cant abide queues at any time the prospect of queuing to enter a store that is minimally stocked and then probably queue again that end was way too much. I turned on my heel and nearly walked into the old guy who had been so desperately keeping his version of 2 m away from me when I passed him earlier.
An offer to do my shopping was made entirely tongue in cheek because we all know that I have never had a list of shopping in my life. My visit to the store involves some bizarre pinball around the aisles until either an idea strikes me or I get mardy and leave.
I have suspicions that the boredom is getting to the ducks. An envelope arrived today from Germany marked as the ‘Duckshop’. Since, until that moment, I was unaware that such a store existed it was unlikely that I had placed any order. Upon opening the suspicious package I was met with a small brochure of ducks (yes that is a thing) and Gav duck.
This little fella comes resplendent with brush and roller and even his own cap. Because of the country of origin, and some recent messages, my first thoughts were that our friends Kurt and Claudia were responsible for the new arrival. When my effusive gratitude elicited a response that whilst they wish they had they were not responsible, I started to look closer to home.
Running through my mental roladex* as I continued painting I was aware of a sniggering from the bar stools. Not the muted giggles of KB on her phone, much more of a naughty snigger. It took me a few laps with the paint brush before I caught the lifting shoulders of Terry duck, the source of the snigger was clear.
So whilst my detective skills may not be up to
scratch much. I am pretty confident we have the culprit and, more importantly, we have another bill at the bar. Pull up a stool Gav duck it may be a long night ahead.
*Hey kids theres one to google