Black sheet

Round Jubilee Way for a spot of numbers game to warm up for the Blenheim earlier in the week.

The result was bracketing the desired 21 with several 20's and a 23. Several three digit numbers. No foreign or forces plates since start of game.

Failed to spot N1 of reference 1 so that I could take a snap for the record.

Failed even to spot a washer in the road, let alone pick one up.

But at the roundabout at the main entrance to Hook Road Arena there was a piece of sturdy, black plastic sheeting in the middle of the road. With cars stopping while I retrieved it.

Home to pick up BH and off to the Blenheim which was busier than usual. We were reminded of the existence of Pagham Harbour, a little to the west of Bognor Regis.

We asked about supplies of fruit and vegetables to go in the Pimm's, to be told they were still wanting, so BH settled for a white wine spritzer, while I took my usual Yellowtail. Her fish and my burger entirely acceptable. Proper number of small, red & round peppers (if that is what they are) in the relish I take with my chips.

We learned about the existence of the Stonegate pubco, noticed at reference 2. Something to be followed up next time we are in the vicinity of the Wigmore Hall. We were also told something of the rules and regulations which slow down the conversion of redundant public houses into the houses we so badly need. But, sadly, now vanished from the memory banks.

Found a washer on the way home, making up for the earlier dearth. Found a box of wine on the front doorstep when we got there. Tradesmen and delivery men don't seem to understand about back doors anymore. De rigueur when I was a child. When the residents of suburban housing estates could still insist on the rights and perquisites of being in the middle classes. I can't remember whether dustmen collected dustbins from around the back, or whether one had to put them out for them. But I do remember that they were allowed to forage and each dustman had his personal swag bag hanging off the back of the dustcart. 

Spent the rest of the afternoon washing down the black sheet and hanging it out to dry in the warm afternoon breeze. Roughly eight feet by four and it seemed to have been cut by hand on three sides, so not altogether clear what from. A large roll or what? In any event it will no doubt serve as a venue for sand and water play in due course.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/09/trolley-419.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/09/pubcos.html.

Reference 3: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/search?q=pagham. Some prior notice of Pagham, from 2016. Also reminded of nearby Sidlesham, famous as a source for an important name in 'Finnegans Wake'. Seemingly no apostrophe for some reason. Perhaps some arcane Joycean joke.