Bit of a weird start to the day... I actually woke up feeling happy! No idea why and it’s not like me at all, but I suppose I shouldn’t complain!
It’s been a long week but it looks like it’s ending reasonably well – although Elaine’s on a late shift, so she won’t get home until about half past eight.
Which, incidentally, is a couple of hours after wine o’clock...
So what’s been happening..? Well I had a magical round on Pointless on Monday... the category was the English translation of constellations whose Latin names were animals. Now I passed my Latin ‘A’ level thirty years ago and it’s done me bugger all good in those three decades, but for the record I got all fourteen correct, including Lepus (hare), Camelopardalis (giraffe) and the absolutely pointless Dorado... which is a swordfish.
A very smug swordfish...
I made it back to the gym and after the last week’s nightmare on the cross trainer and my heart thankfully managed to thump at considerably fewer beats per minute through my half hour’s torture on Wednesday. I did a hill program called Kilimanjaro... next time I will pick the program called “couch potato” and give my ticker some well deserved rest.
Yesterday, my father was on BBC Look North (the pictorial proof is below). He was interviewed because former St Peter’s pupil Jonny Bairstow has made his England test debut... brilliant for the young man, but also a great “retirement gift” for Dad, who is in his final year of coaching the 1st XI (nearly sixty years after he first played in the side... remarkable...).
Today, the postman delivered my copy of Michelle Morgan’s book Marilyn Monroe: Private and Undisclosed. It’s very rare for me to want to read (let alone actually read) a book, but I’m really looking forward to this one!
Tomorrow will comprise hot chocolate and strawberry shortcake courtesy of Caffé Nero, I am going to order a couple of copies of my reissued Gateshead Thunder rugby league book as well as my blog compendium... (do you remember the “compendium of games” you could get when you were a kid? Snakes and ladders, draughts, ludo, chess... and not a single indestructible computerised alien killing machine in sight... good times... rubbish games, but good times). Then I think Elaine and I should treat ourselves to a curry to accompany Bo Bruce in The Voice... and as for Sunday, well I reckon I might just sit and listen to the rain pounding off the conservatory roof for another three or four hours... no wonder I woke up happy!
All my own work... almost.