TITLE PENDING

Wainuiomata temperature dropped down to 1 degree overnight.

Richard was cold in bed - but that's a topic for a future post he will write of his sexual adventures. He just has to finalise the post title and is testing options like "Gone With The Wind", "From Rushing With Love", "Eat, Pray, Fart, Love and Oops", "My Grope Year", "The Story of Oh, Sorry" and the likeliest most favourite "I Don't Know What Came Over Me".

Rushing toddling to the wardrobe he dragged out and donned all of the clothes he could grab and cover these with his favourite dressing gown.

"You can't wear that - it's mine" said Shelley so he put back the pink silk robe and replaced it with the old beige woolen one that used to belong to his grandfather.

"I'm off to do some blogging" he told Shelley.

"Don't forget to flush and wash your hands" she replied.

"Shoosh" he thought to himself and made his way to his 'office' turning on all of the heaters that he'd recently bought, on the way.

In his 'office' he faced the daily (sometimes thrice-daily) conundrum of which toilet paper to use. This was kind of like his difficulty in choosing a blog post topic. Too soft and it had no impact. Too strong and it would only bring tears to the eyes. He chose middle of the road but discovered that as he most often used this option there was only the cardboard roll left with a scrap of crumpled paper still attached. He eyed the selection of blog bog rolls beside the toilet bowl and thought of the successes and failures that these had brought. "I measure my life in toilet rolls" he thought to himself, paraphrasing T.S. Eliot knowing that TC if he'd been there would be pleased. In actual fact TC would not have been pleased to be there.

Richard decided, after his 'first of the day' and after his first coffee of the day took him back to his 'office' that a bit of colour was needed (not that). He found the fancy toilet seat that Robert had given him for some long-ago birthday and installed it. Standing back to admire his handiwork in the well-worn spot on the bathroom floor he was caught short again so took off his dressing gown and quickly sat, knowing that this would be a long period of introspection.

After the 'introspection' Richard realised that he was still uninspired and that those other bloggers would soon be hassling him for a new post to be published. He wasn't quite ready to publish his memoir post so grabbed his favourite reading material, the 1926 edition of 'The Bass and Violin Players' Almanac which always excited him. Unsticking a couple of pages towards the back of the voluminous volume he discovered a section that he hadn't read before. 

It was an article giving advice on easily swapping between tunes, chords and arpeggios. The advice was that, even though it takes a bit of practice and the necessity to know the tune and chord progression thoroughly, it was possible to do.

"This will be handy for applying to my four unaccompanied tunes" he mused before being brought to the necessity of some more immediate handiwork.

"The job isn't finished until the paperwork is done" he said to himself smirking at his 'Nui wit.

It was getting colder despite the blast from his 9kw Heat Boss Industrial Electric Fan Heater he'd bought from Bunnings that was taking up all the space in the bath so he put his dressing gown back on even though he'd have rather had the pink silk one one on. "I'll just have to wait until Shelley is out again"" he thought.

Picking up another of his favourite reading material - "The Life of the Saints" that Robert had also given to him for a birthday or for Christmas yeras ago, Richard quickly found the well-thumbed page relating to Maria Faustyna Kowalska or Saint Faustina as she is commonly known "Cor!" he thought "I'd ......"

Image and caption courtesy of Robert's The spirited diary of a sinner

His impure thoughts (as Robert would likely say) were interrupted by a banging on his 'office' door.

"Richard! Richard! What on earth are you doing in there? I need to go." 

It was Shelley. He needed to go - well, he'd already been a couple of times but he needed to vacate ... no he had to leave his office so he tucked his 'second' favourite book behind the cistern making sure that his 'first' favourite book - 'The Bass and Violin Players' Almanac' was on prominent display and shuffled out. he felt that he had some ideas now for a blog post and started to run through it in his head:

"3 degrees in Wainuiomata. I was cold in bed. Now I'm up and wearing lots of clothes. Fortunately, we have the new heater."

He still didn't have a title for this post though - maybe it would come to him later. He headed off to his other 'office' turning on the 2-in-1 3000W Portable Electric Industrial Fan Heater and Free Standing Carpet Dryer on to get rid of the icicles hanging from the bookcase.