I slept well; over eight hours asleep last night. I
got up and made toast with the cheap bread. “er indoors TM” assured
me she gets the pricey stuff as I don’t like the supermarket’s cheap own brand.
It seemed fine to me.
I sparked up my laptop and had a look at the Internet
as I do. It was my youngest nephew’s birthday today. He is twenty-two. How did
that happen? There was again loads of political ranting on Facebook. The more I
read social media the more I am utterly convinced that democracy is a stupid
idea. The Prime Minister is hated by all because he appears to be sensible and
boring and dull. The Reform UK party which is basically the Conservative party
gone berserk is going from strength to strength amongst the masses for the
simple reason that it is the Conservative party gone berserk. And the masses
love that. They want entertainment. As I read no end of posts this morning this
really was the theme.
With the forecast rain not having appeared I took the
dogs up to the woods. It was about ten degrees colder than it had been on
Monday so we wore our coats. We walked our standard longer walk toady. I had
planned to walk a shorter route, but at the point where the two routes divide
so there were a group of normal people going the shorter way and all were
shouting at each other. Despite being close enough to touch each other, every
word was shouted. We let them go their way and we went ours.
Once away from them we had a good walk, and didn’t see
anyone else until we got back to the car after four and a half miles. Or five
and a quarter miles depending on whether you believe my phone or my watch.
There’s no denying I was glad to get back to the car. A
few days ago I mentioned about the London to Hastings Survival Race.
A few days ago I was up for it… Or was I? Had I seen this advertised five years
ago then maybe. But this morning after five miles my hips were aching and my
left knee was giving me gip. And that was without carrying any heavy back-pack.
We came home for a cuppa. I put the dog’s coats into
the washing machine – they’d got rather filthy. And I saw I had an email. On
Monday I’d messaged the London to Hastings Survival Race people about the price
of the event. They want a hundred and forty quid. Per person. If that was per
team then I might have been up for it… but that’s a bit steep really.
Especially when you think I’d have to get a small travel tent as well. And when
you bear in mind that these dog walks are taking their toll.
Oh well… it was a nice idea.
I sat on the sofa, and as I ached I spent an hour
marking a trainee’s portfolio work. I thought she’d done rather well, but I do
feel awkward about marking their work. I’m supposed to give constructive
criticism and that’s what I intend to do, but some people are more receptive to
advice than others.
I spent the afternoon ironing whilst watching episodes
of “Four In A Bed” which featured a character from Viz magazine. “Foodie
B*ll*x” ran a rather grim little pub in Oxfordshire. He was oh-so-quick to
find fault with everyone else, sending meals back to the kitchen, ensuring he told
everyone else all about everything he ate, and making sure it was only the
healthiest… whilst not actually providing a cooked breakfast in his place as he
maintained that no one actually ever wanted one, and whilst puffing on his
vape.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up home-made pizzas which were rather good. As we scoffed we watched more “Junior
Bake Off”. Have you ever seen it? – It’s worth watching if only for the
children’s reactions to Harry Hill. Every child has such a “WTF are you
doing” expression on their faces every time that Harry does anything.
And then we watched this evening’s episode of “The
Traitors” in which yet another contestant loudly and arrogantly demanded
that her personal gut feelings was incontrovertible proof. And then acted
surprised when she crashed and burned.
Last week I wondered if I might apply for the next season.
Watching the physical games this evening I’m wondering if (like the London
to Hastings hike) I’ve left that a few years too late…
There’s another episode tomorrow…
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