The weather is typical of a British January. Miserable. I have a sore throat and a chesty cough (fyi). I’m not particularly looking for sympathy although none will knowingly be refused.
Today we have breakfast at the Vicarage. I’ll be ok. Just have to try and keep my coughs to myself. Before the Vicarage we had intended to go swimming but didn’t wake up until 8.10 which was too late to get up, make a cup of tea, get dressed and get to the pool before lane swimming ends at 8.55. So we just did the cup of tea bit. It probably didn’t make sense for me to go swimming anyway, manflu and all.
The plan was also to go for a walk this pm, following on from yesterday’s jaunt to the Bomber Command Memorial on the ridge above South Common. We will have to see how it goes weatherwise. If you have the right gear the weather doesn’t matter. The only issues are for the wearers of glasses ie me. See how it goes later.
Breakfast at the Vicarage is a bit of an issue if one is trying to lose weight. I know there will be healthy options but I am also assuming that there will be bacon on offer. My brain is programmed to automatically accept an offer of bacon. Even if there is no brown sauce and I’m not saying this will be the case. Surely?!
In other news England are in South Africa playing the second test. They walloped the home side in the first test and have now won the toss on a great batting wicket. On these occasions it is a pleasure to tune in. There have been occasions where things haven’t gone well where it has been difficult to listen. This, thus far, is not such an occasion.
more anon if I get round to it…
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