During my waking hours last night I clicked on a Berry Brothers & Rudd ad for Penfold’s Australian wine. I drink their wine so figured there was no harm in checking out what they had to offer. Came across a schoolboy error. “Page not found – We’re terribly sorry but we could not find that page.” Someone in their marketing team needs a bit more training on how to setup online ads. They spent good money on me clicking on that link. Wasted money. Not my problem. Just sayin’.
Decided to see what was on offer on Radio 4 in the wee small hours. At 00:45, just before the shipping forecast, which wasn’t quite ready to listen to again as it had just finished was Bells on Sunday. On this occasion it was three minutes playing the bells of the church of St Mary Easebourne, West Sussex. I assume that was a typo. I guess there could be an Easebourne dunno whether it is to the west or east of the other place. Wouldn’t have worked had it been Weasebourne. Anyway, it sounded to me like a Jumble of Bells. Then came the shipping forecast but without the “Sailing By” music beforehand which is a shame because I like that tune, Had to put up with the dirge that is God Save The King at the end of it.
Interesting how the shipping forecast has become a thing. An unpredicted spin off from the butterfly effect. Same applies to all weather related programming I guess.
05:22. I think I’m awake. This is mostly because I went to bed at 18:30 last night because THG was off out on the lash and was happier knowing I was safely tucked up for the night. I didn’t mind but I did wake up a lot in the night. None of it is good sleep. I say out on the lash but really she went to see Lindisfarne in concert at The Drill with her cousin Helen. Would have gone meself. Hey there will be another time, maybs. They are getting on. We first saw them in Croydon in 1986 when we first started “courting”. Gosh.
Last night’s fox action was at 22:09 btw. He seemed to be just using our garden for transit purposes and didn’t hang around for a sniff. Sfine.
0h eight fifty and I’m showered, dressed and ready for the day. Feasted on THGs very fine granola with Greek yo and hand picked wild berries (that was specifically for @marij s benefit).
In other news just booking a trip to the Isle of Man. We will not have been for a year, largely due to Hannah & George’s wedding consuming much of our thought bandwidth over the summer. I suspect we will remedy this for next year. Two or three visits a year is about right for IoM. If you weren’t aware I grew up there and our parents are buried on the hillside looking down on the thirteenth tee at Peel Golf Club. A fitting place to spend eternity. The twelfth hole just beyond the tee is the location of one of the few eagles of my youth. It was a 2 under par 2 on a par four. Three wood and pitching wedge. I remember it like yesterday.
When I pressed “book now” or “confirm booking” or whatever it was I got a message saying thanks a lot – we will now just check to see if the cottage really is available. Great that innit. Now we have to wait. This problem is caused when property owners use multiple sites to rent out their place. Not good enough really. We once booked an airbnb for a couple of nights near my sister Ann’s only to be told the week before that sorry they had double booked it and the other booking, which was for a week, got there first. That was a load of bollocks. I gave a v poor review which tbh was deserved. You couldn’t trust that owner whatever the truth of the matter. I think we had to scramble and book into a pub or hotel or somewhere. Can’t remember now.
Today is HipHop2 +6. I note that on HipHop1 +5 I walked past the pedestrian crossing to the tree in front of next door’s drive. Yesterday was the equivalent day for HipHop2 and I already made it to the bus stop which is a cricket pitch or so further. Today is not particularly nice out but I feel I should push on. I’ll keep you posted.
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Turned right out of the drive this morning. Ring the changes eh? Walked a lot further than the bus stop equivalent. I’m guessing four cricket pitches, maybe even five. Remember I did five in total yesterday.
Stopped and turned around at number 136 which is still boarded over and in need of restoration. At least one of the front windows is open so goodness knows what wildlife is making its home there. Wore my green tweed pea jacket and a warm woollen beanie for the jaunt/shuffle. Since I’ve lost a bit of weight, that jacket is now a great fit. Quite loose even. Gratifying.
Shortly after I got home THG returned from shops and gym and is now making a brew. Good on her.
More in due course.