We had a late night last
night. By the time I'd done the astro club's finances, time was
pressing on. I had a quick look on Facebook, and it seemed we were
missing something special. Everyone was talking about the ceremony of
the start of the Olympic Games, so we turned the telly on.
I wish we could have
found what everyone else had found that was so interesting. For all
that we had the right channel, I remain convinced that somehow we
were watching the wrong thing. The entire world was enthusing about a
show which was (frankly) tedious. What was the attraction of
watching several thousand people walking round a stadium? I managed
to give it fifteen minutes before I was bored senseless. I couldn't
believe that some people had been watching that drivel for hours. But
in the end we too watched it for hours; out of a sense of disbelief,
really. The rest of the world was finding this opening ceremony to
be wonderful. It wasn't wonderful. It was boring. Surely we must have
been missing something?
I had my weekly weigh-in.
I've lost a pound. Not really surprising when you bear in mind how
much walking I've done this week with Fudge. Perhaps that's the key
to further weight loss - borrow Fudge more often. Talking of which,
whilst "er indoors TM" did the
weekly shopping, I took Fudge for a walk round the Park Farm estate.
Not a bad place to go exploring; Fudge seemed to like it. We came
home, and despite last night's disappointment we thought we'd give
the Olympics another go. I cheered Team Paraguay in the women's
sculling. They came third in the heats. I know how to pick a
winner(!)
We then put on our glad
rags and set off to Park Farm (again). Drinkies, and then on
to the coach and off to Finchcock's for a masquerade birthday party.
Finchcocks is somewhere that I've driven past so many times and meant
to visit, but never did. It was a good place to visit; especially
today as it was the venue of a birthday masquerade. We started off
with Pimms in the afternoon sunshine, then had a rather special
buffet. A look round the museum of music where I finally learned the
difference between a piano and a harpsichord (something which has
had me foxed for years), and then a concert. The evening was
rounded off by dancing to the live band. I had a go, but found myself
struggling to contend with having more partners than sense. An
entertaining time was spent trying to determine whether one of the
band was wearing a wig, or whether his hair naturally didn't suit his
head.
It was a great
day out, with great friends. And just as we got on the coach to
come home I suddenly realised that I've reached another stage in
life. Once I went to a lot of birthday parties with jelly and ice
cream. Then it was weddings.
Now it's fortieth and
fiftieth birthdays. It will be retirements soon...
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