Bearing in mind the late
night we'd had, we were up far too early this morning. I got the
washing on to the line. The Bat arrived, and we set off to the
Riverside Diner for a spot of brekkie as a prelude to the planned
walk. Brekkie was good. Everyone else had pancakes and bacon; being
a traditionalist I went for the Full English.
Once replete we made our
way to Chilham village square where we watched the ageing bikers and
their vintage machines. Keith and Amy arrived; the heavens opened,
and we had second thoughts about the planned walk. Checking the
weather forecast confirmed our fears, and we abandoned our plans. It
was a shame, but for the next hour or so the weather alternated
between glorious sunshine and torrential downpours. If we'd gone on
with the walk we would have got soaked, dried out, got soaked again,
and carried on in that vein. And the fields would have been muddy.
So we came home. My
laundry on the line was still wet. I left it out in the hope that it
might dry. It did. The afternoon turned out to be lovely, and we
stayed home, did nothing, and I got rather bored. Mind you, I did
spend quite a bit of the afternoon feeling somewhat light-headed. I
hope I'm not sickening for something.
"My Boy TM"
and his entourage came round during the afternoon. Home from their
holiday, and despite bouts of sickness they all enjoyed themselves.
They collected Fudge and took him home. The house now seems somewhat
emptier with him gone.
With absolutely nothing
else to do we watched some of the Olympics on the telly. Synchronised
diving - what on Earth is that all about? Certainly it's an activity
which requires skill. But an Olympic event? Like any of the events
which are not scored on distances or times but on a judge's opinion,
how can it be anything but subjective? Then there was Olympic tennis.
Tennis? Is there any place for tennis (and football come to that)
at the Olympics? Surely those sports are done to death on an
international basis elsewhere?
Perhaps I'm ungrateful.
There are people who don't do anything with their lives, and actually
would welcome an afternoon spent sitting in front of the telly
watching random sporting events. Me - I was *so* bored today. I found
myself ironing some shirts just to have something to do...
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