I woke this morning
feeling physically drained. I didn't do much exercise yesterday, so
why should I feel so tired? I ached all over. I wonder what that was
about. I got up and had my "official" weigh-in:
another pound gone since the last "official"
weigh-in, sixty-five pounds in weight lost so far. And another inch
has gone off of my hips over this last month.
After a quick bite of
brekkie we went out and collected catalogues; and then set off the
the Admiralty where the tribes gathered. The tribes scoffed bacon
sandwiches, and then we set off to the beach. We'd planned to watch
Folkestone air show, and we found a nice spot just by the sea. I had
hoped to fit in a swim in the sea as well, but the weather had been
rather cold so I didn't take my swimmies. I wish I had now.
We sat and watched the
Red Arrows fly past. They were quite impressive. Then after a ten
minute hiatus some other plane flew past a few times. Another break,
this time for fifteen minutes, after which another plane flew up and
down the channel. Klunk (from "Stop the Pigeon")
flew past. As did the Twenty-Minuters (from "Blackadder")
and the Crimson Haybailer (Wacky Races).
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" announced that her nerves could
take no more of this tedious ordeal and she went home to put the
kettle on. I too was finding it rather dull. I must admit that I
wasn't sure what to expect from the air show, but I was certainly
expecting more than what actually was going on. All of the planes
just flew up and down. I don't know what more they could have done;
maybe taken a few pot-shots at the lifeboat moored off the coast
perhaps?
So I lay back and closed
my eyes for five minutes. And woke up seriously sunburned an hour
later. There was a not-so-dull bit where a helicopter winched someone
off of a lifeboat. But for me one of the highlights of the afternoon
was slipping off to find the toilet. I came back to find most
everyone else had slipped off too. The Bat and the Rear Admiral both
came back looking green. They'd been on the fun fair and made
themselves ill.
There's no denying that
the Tornado jet which marked the grand finale of the afternoon came
as a blessed relief, and we slowly made our way back to the Admiralty
where we had a quick cuppa and watched "Crocodiles Eating
Animals II" on the Discovery Channel. Those crocs certainly
get through a lot of animals.
And so home where I
slapped on the after-sun, and after a decent bit of tea we watched
"Hairspray" and I did some on-line surveys. "My
Boy TM" staggered home. He'd been out
drinking all day, and came home to stagger about a bit before going
out again. I hope he's OK....
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