Slow Day, or Lazy Day

Today was another largely wet and miserable day here, along with the winds. So there wasn’t a lot to do, just a bit of this and a bit of that. I watched the last Jason Bourne movie, as well as read some more of the first Bourne novel. I got a lot done in Blogosphere, so that was pretty good too.

I did get out for a short time and managed to get my hair cut. I get it cut where I work, which is pretty good. Not there is a whole lot of cutting going on these days lol. There are all the usual jokes about it being over in a matter of seconds, charging a searcher’s fee and so on. I sometimes harass the clients a bit and threaten them with cutting their hair instead of the usual hairdresser – I’m in training to take over the business, that sort of thing.

So the picture shows the haircut – maybe you can make it out. Certainly not my best picture that’s for sure. lol.

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Stroud Parade

ABOVE: View from Silo Hill

 

Today was the first day of my annual leave allottment (technically it starts Monday) and so I decided to get out and do something. The Stroud International Brick and Rolling Pin Throwing Competition seeemed to be the thing to do today. So I decided I would offer my mother and her husband a seat in the car and head off to Stroud. Turned out only my mother would be coming. Disappointingly the day was wet and miserable – a typical Australian winter’s day I guess. Still, we thought we would go and have a look anyway.

 

ABOVE: Stroud House

 

We arrived at Stroud just as the main street was being closed for the parade. So we got our park and headed into the centre of town to gain a reasonable vantage point, with the option of some shelter should the weather turn especially bad. We got our place easy enough. Stroud was fairly packed for the event, but not as much as I thought it may have been – the weather probably kept many away. Still, a pretty good turn out.

So off they went, a whole menagerie of marchers in the big parade. It was an odd bunch, some seemingly out of tune with the country in which they marched and the context of the town. Everyone was having a ball, particularly the kids who seemed to be the targets of the often thrown lollies and sweets that were being hurled from the floats and marching rag tag line of marchers. There were North American Indians, whip crackers, witches and wizards, some rather fat ballerina types (pictured) and many other odd characters. There were also the police (representing 150 years of police work), firemen, SES and other services – even church floats, a debutante ball float, school groups – as it went on and on for some time. There were musical groups, including a couple of groups of Scottish bands and a ukulele group.

 

ABOVE: The Ballerinas BELOW: Marching Police

ABOVE: Debutante Float

 

Having attended the march we decided to not stay as the weather was rolling in again. We took a quick trip up to Silo Hill to enjoy the view and headed back to Gloucester.