Yesterday I was whinging
about the pond's fish poo filter being overdue for replacement. Last
night we struggled to get on-line as the router was playing up. I
think that thing's days are numbered too. I eventually bashed the
router into action and carried on smurfing the net before not having
quite as early a night as I was hoping for.
We had a rather restless
night with "Furry Face TM" having
two woofing fits at silly o'clock for no discernable reason.
After a bit of brekkie I
had another look at the maps I was studying last night. I think I
might have the beginnings of a plan for a road trip holiday - we will
take two days to get to Tintagel in Cornwall and then take two days
getting back home again. I'm now looking for places to visit on the
way there and back. I'm vaguely thinking of stopping off at
somewhere/something touristy in the New Forest on the way there and
visiting Wookey Hole on the way back. Or that is I was thinking
Wookey Hole on the way back until I saw the prices. I'm now thinking
English Heritage places all the way (as we can get a joint
membership and save a fortune).... providing we can find
somewhere we actually want to go to that is an English Heritage
place.
If any of my loyal
readers know of anything or anywhere interesting in Hampshire,
Dorset, Wiltshire, Somerset Devon and Cornwall, do drop me a line.
I stood on the scales
this morning and gave myself a shock. I now weigh just over sixteen
stone. Regular readers of this drivel may remember that a couple of
years ago I lost over five stone in weight. In the meantime I've put
half that weight back on again. Diet time!! I've dusted off my old
MyFitnessPal accound and downloaded the app.
Everyone has a weight
loss plan they swear by; and generally the less weight someone has to
lose the more vociferous they are about the whole weight loss thing.
Over the years I have tried all the diets and found that (for me)
the only one which works is calorie counting and feeling constantly
hungry.
Off to work; on the way I
found a virtual mystery munzee which had appeared overnight in
Kennington. Once at work I did my bit, and didn't have a Chomp bar
with my lunch. That saved one hundred and ten calories.
Once home I walked "Furry
Face TM" round the park; thereby shifting
two hundred and fifty calories. Whilst in the park we spotted some
hippies. What is the place coming to?
I then drove round to
Malcolm's old flat to help move out the last few bits and bobs; a
freezer and a large plant. Having unloaded them at Matt's flat I was
waiting to drive off when a rather attractive young lady minced up
the pavement toward me. Her blouse was rather loose and flowing and
probably about three sizes too big. A freak gust of wind took the
thing nearly (but not quite) over her head, thereby exposing
both the fact that she had no bra and both of her more than ample
charms.
I did smile. She
didn't...
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