Yesterday’s Music Today
We were watching television during breakfast, when a female commentator remarked that women who stay married either become a ‘purse’ or a ‘nurse’.
As there is a difference of more than eight years in our ages, this prompted me to turn to Tiki and pronounce, “You’ve struck the jackpot! You’re both a ‘purse’ and a ‘nurse’!”
I have only managed to get four of the twenty score draws in ‘The Pools’. Not that it really matters for the first prize is estimated to be just four dollars due to the record set for the number of such draws.
This afternoon has been an autumnal one with just a scattering of light cloud and a zephyr to accompany it. We watched an episode of the perennial British sci-fi series, “Dr Who”, from half past five, on Channel Two.
Donnie Sutherland, the presenter of the series, “Sounds Unlimited”, is in hospital in a serious condition having been involved in a car accident near Gosford.
The air traffic controllers, who went on strike from midnight on Friday, have voted to stay out until next Friday, at least. “Mum” and “Dad” flew out, bound for Germany, just last Thursday.
“Seven’s Big League”, at 6.30, depicts Western Suburbs’ impressive performance to defeat the more highly fancied Eastern Suburbs by twenty-two points to fourteen. This is followed by “This Is Your Life”, which is hosted by the amiable Roger Climpson. This evening’s programme centres upon that of Rose Ramsay, the founder, in Australia, of Parents Without Partners.
At eight o’clock, and also on Channel Seven, comes another in the series, “The Practice”. It features Danny Thomas as an ageing medical practitioner and is supposed to be a comedy although it fails to raise a laugh from us. “Barefoot In The Park”, a film from 1967, which was written by Neil Simon and stars Jane Fonda and Robert Redford, follows from half past eight.
Today, Saturday, the eighth of March, 2025 marks fifty years since Tiki and I first met on a ferry in Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Should you wish to relive that day with us, my post of that day is titled, ‘The Most Fortuitous Day Of My Life!’.
Some years later Tiki’s mum confessed to her that her adopted brother, on the day of our wedding, had told her that he believed that our marriage would last for no longer than two years. Ironically, it was his very own first marriage that was to end within two to three years of his spiteful prophecy.
My shaky left hand dropped a two-dollar coin on to the supermarket’s shiny, metallic counter and as I attempted to pick it up, I uttered to the young man who’d just handed me my change, “This is hard!”
He smiled and as I was about to leave I turned to him and announced, “Everything’s hard in old age…except for one thing!”
We both laughed.