A pleasure to be listening to Test Match Special at the mo innit. It isn’t always thus. Let’s enjoy it while we can. The chances are the game will end up as a draw but ya never know. Cricket has a way of assaulting the mind. The confidence. The England bowlers will have spent the last couple of days resting whereas the Pakistan batsmen will be knackered from fielding the whole of that time.
Not everyone reading this will be familiar with the rules of cricket. If you are one of these people then I’m sorry but I’m not going to help you. Google it 🙂.
THG is off to Sheffield today for a day out with her old university mates. Leeds Uni. Leaves me on my own to get on with a few things. Stretch and Flex class at ten thirty. Sagoodun. I am in dire need of a bit of flexibility.
Still can’t find THG’s spare car key. I don’t keep it with my house key so it must have been put down somewhere and I can’t remember where. Doh. I only have one key on the keyring and a battered old Coop membership card thingy that I rarely use but at least it makes it a little bulkier without being overly intrusive.
I see some people with every key they own on their keyrings but that would just serve to pull my trousers down and is not for me. The shed keys are on a separate bottle opener fob together with the key to the allotment gate which is immediately behind the shed. Seems appropriate.
The shed keys only travel between the house and the shed. They are creatures of habit, if you can say that about a key. They know their purpose in life, unlike the spare car key which at this moment serves no purpose whatsoever because as you know I can’t find it.
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Just sorted the basket of hats and scarves as requested by THG. I was only able to choose two items for disposal. A brown scarf that wasn’t mine anyway and a thinning black fleecy beanie that cost about three quid and I never wear. I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of the by now manky TT Races hat or the Scouts World Jamboree jobbie. Didn’t even remember I had that one.
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An afternoon at leisure in prospect. Have a little packing to do. We are off to Chester for the weekend.
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No packing packed as yet but I have brimmed Anne’s wheels with spirit of petroleum. Go fast juice. Mind you it is somewhat of a misnomer to think that the Silver Bullet can go fast. It is all relative. There is no need to go any faster than 70mph which in the days of yore, when petrol may well have been commonly described as spirit of petroleum would have been an unattainable dream. It is good to dream. Dream big.
Talking of dreaming big when I go to Waitrose I use their self scanners and play a game. Once I’ve scanned the barcode on the app I point at a random scanner to see if it lights up. I rarely get it right but today I did, for the fourth time ever. I had intended to buy a lottery ticket seeing as I was on a roll but the woman at the desk selling them was yakking away to a couple of customers who she seemed to know. Then when I stood in line she started scanning their shopping. Lots of small items. I gave up. I never get a single number right on the lottery anyway. Only buy a ticket a couple of times a year.
Many of you will be aware that Hurricane Milton is currently ravaging Florida. Doing its dastardly worst. Seems a fairly innocuous name, Milton, for something doing so much ravaging. You would think that something like Thor or Damocles would be more appropriate. Hannibal maybs.
Hurricane Hannibal runs off the tongue far better than Hurricane Milton. Ain’t no poetry in this Milton. I’m sure the combined brainpower of my Facebook friends list could come up with an even better name.