Reasons to avoid alleys in Tenby
What I REALLY want to know is, how many people say, 'Oh yes, Euler! I was only thinking about his amazing work in the fields of mechanics, optics and astronomy just yesterday! 306th? No, surely he wouldn't be a day over 285!'
While we're on useless pieces of information, I thought I'd better tell you about the scaffolding near Tesco which I mentioned in yesterday's dose of triviality
We went to Tenby in Wales at Easter and took my daughter Sarah and her partner John. By the way, Sarah was on Masterchef last week. You can catch the episode on iplayer right here for a few more days. She didn't get through to the next round, but she proved she knows what a proper fish chowder is, and how many of us can claim that? I, for one, can do cod, haddock and the odd prawn, but I'd be stumped to have to use a proper-fish.
Tesco was very near our holiday cottage - just across-the-road-and-through-an-alley so it only took 3 minutes to get there to stock up on key ingredients for our evening meal and for our nightly Scrabble session: meat, potatoes, vegetables, wine, liquorice allsorts, Revels, fudge, Galaxy, Ferrero Rocher, chocolate-coated peanuts, etc. All the essentials.
However, there was building work going on in the alley and they'd put up scaffolding which virtually blocked it. It took some nifty moves for us to navigate it and not dislodge the scaffolding with our hips. It reminded me of this game.
Sarah and I decided on the Saturday of our holiday that, if by the end of the week we weren't able to get through the scaffolding, we'd know that stuffing ourselves to perdition with Liquorice Allsorts and fudge while playing Scrabble had not been the wisest move.
Don't tell her this, but I wore thinner clothes on Thursday and Friday for our trips to Tesco. I learned all these tricks attending Weightwatchers for years. Wear thin clothes. Take out the earrings. Don't wear a pair of pants over your tights to keep them up. Wear the bra without the wires in. If you're booked in for a filling that day at the dentist, reorganise for the following week. Cut your nails.
I'm so glad I made it through the alley all week. There's nothing so shaming as being tugged from between scaffolding by three hunky firemen. You can bat your eyelashes all you like, but it's not going to be the thing they notice, is it?
Now, if I'd taken old Leonard Euler to Tenby instead of Sarah, I reckon he'd have been able to calculate for me whether I could get through the scaffolding without embarrassment.
Never claim that I don't provide you with clear links between each post's apparently-random themes.