Art for Art's Sake
As myself and my eldest returned from Maine Rd yesterday, we walked through Whitworth Park. At the Oxford Rd end of this park lies Whitworth Art Gallery. At the back of Whitworth Art Gallery we spotted two policemen looking relaxed and enjoying a chat during a brief period of sunshine that had blessed an otherwise slate grey day. At first I thought "are they having a crafty smoke ?", but then I thought "no its probably just scrotes have been trying to break in through the back door to steal something to fuel their drug habit". It was only as we got closer I noticed two women crouching by the door with the paraphanelia of fingerprint-dusting laid out around them.
Later, as we listened to the news, we realised it had been this audacious theft we had walked past. I must say if someone had succesfully purloined pictures by three of the masters of 19th and 20th century art on my patch, I would have tried to have looked a little less calm and composed. The mini masterpieces were later found, after a tip-off, in a local public toilet.
It beggars belief that whoever did it thought they could easily sell the stuff. But what I find even more unbelievable is that there's still a public toilet open in Manchester !
In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning
So, last night at about 4:30am, my Dearest decides to go downstairs to get a glass of water. Deep in the fug of sleep, I can hear someone punching in the 4 number code for our burglar alarm. I then hear the beep that indicates the wrong code has been entered. Seconds later - the same again. By this time I'm fully awake and thinking "do that wrong again and the alarm will go off".
Sure enough, the alarm bursts into life.
I end up having to dive out of bed, find my glasses, dressing gown and run down the stairs. After I had punched in the correct code my wife explained that: "I didn't have my glasses on and had to guess where the correct numbers were".
So my wife gets her drink of water and goes straight back to sleep. Me ? I lie there until gone 6:00am, eyes wide open, mind full of jumble and time for work fast approaching. I'm sick of being knackered.
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