Wahey, made it. Through the night. Surely a cause to celebrate. We need causes to celebrate in our otherwise humdrum lives. Mind you if we celebrated every time we made it through the night life would be a non stop celebration. Until it stopped, at which time we would stop celebrating.
Tuned in briefly to the opening ceremony of the winter olympics last night. Caught some bloke making a speech. A v boring speech. So I instantly switched off. Hopefully the luge will provide more entertainment. And the downhill skiing and the curling. And the bobsleigh. I lost interest in the figure skating after the heyday of Torvil and Dean.
Before that THG and I binged watched the programme about two ozzie guys renovating a hotel in Ulva. Went there with our Joe when he and I went camping on Tim’s estate on Mull. Would go and stay at the hotel if we could get in. When it eventually opens. I’d imagine there will be massive demand. Unless they get their pricing “right”. Anyway, back to the everyday mundanity of our aforementioned humdrum lives.
Was, as is usual, prompted to get up by Thought For the Day coming on the wireless. I wonder if the Beeb knows that the main response to that bit of the Today programme is to get out of bed and stop listening. Its main use is as an alarm clock. Funny how I manage to tune out most of the Today programme because it largely provides bad news but I notice when thought for the day comes on and deploy the ultimate filter of switching it off.
Down in the kitch the wireless was on but now that THG has left to get ready for the park run I’ve switched it off again. They were talking about some crooked politician. Quel surprise. I’m sure they aren’t all crooked but there seems to be a bit of a recurring theme here.
More interesting, I think, is that this morning’s breakfast sausage is being cooked on a lowish heat. Can’t be too low as I will want to eat breakfast within the window considered normal for such an activity and before it morphs into brunch. Not sure there is a specific time identified for this. The “culinary threshold”. A brunchtime debate? I was trying to see how I could slip the phrase nosh notification in there but couldn’t quite get it to fit. There is almost certainly an entry in Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy on this in the chapter on the Earth. The revised edition obvs. It must surely be a continuous work in progress.
Today is a no shave day. Ever since my rugby playing days I never shave on a match day. Mind you I have quite a few no shave days as when I go swimming I don’t bother. Bit of a faff shaving at the gym. It’s England v the mighty Wales at Twickenham plus the imps v Prymuf away. As an aside I was chatting to the owner of the photo shop in Gibraltar last week and she mentioned their local Lincoln Red Imps football team. They had had their game postponed the previous night due to inclement weather conditions (ie a tornado/hurricane). Anyway I know that Wales are not exactly favourites for this game but I figured I might nip down the betting shop and stick a tenner on them to win. I heard 27 to 1 odds somewhere. Worth a punt. It’s usually just once a year on Grand National day that you see me there. Us Welsh always travel hopefully. Cut me open and I bleed red.
Our visit to Gibraltar has prompted me to re read “Defending the Rock – Gibraltar and the Second World War”. I can now identify with the places mentioned in the book, especially the tunnels where my dad worked during his National Service. Funny to think of him there as an 18 or 19 year old kid.
Gotta go. Busy morning ahead. A chicken to joint, stuffing to make for tomorrow’s pork belly dinner and, as you already know, a walk to the bookies to place a bet.