Surprised to read about schools now banning mobile phones. They were always banned in our kids’ school. Seems like a nobrainer to me. They certainly weren’t allowed in my own school in the Isle of Man. No wait. They hadn’t been invented then!
I’d like to reduce my own mobile usage but I can’t, I just can’t. I’m hooked. They’ve got me. In fact it is currently charging on the kitchen worktop, out of reach and I feel nervous not having it by my side 🙂
I do quite like going out without my phone. It’s a release. Freedom. The only problem is that nowadays I tend to use it to pay for things so if I was out on a shopping trip, eg to the pub, I’d need to make sure I had an alternative means of payment with me. Easy enough to slip a card into your pocket and I suppose cash still works though not everywhere. Certainly not down the gym but I never need to pay for anything there anyway, being a member an all.
The other thing about going out without your phone is not being able to book an uber or call THG for a lift home, from the pub. I’d need to have a prearranged time for the pickup with THG. Doable. The pub is walkable but it’s about a good pint’s worth so it just depends on whether you want to squeeze in that extra beer or not. Two if you count the time to get there as well. Could simply set off earlier I suppose…
Now back in the conservatoire with a cuppa letting my granola n yo settle it is observed that the grass needs a cut. I will jump on this and will definitely get it done, over the next month or so. Can’t rush these things. When you think of it the longer you leave it the longer the grass will grow and the more satisfaction you will get from seeing the end result post cut. Obvs there is a limit to this. It doesn’t make sense to let it get so long it needs a scythe to cut it. We haven’t got a scythe anyway. Bloody dangerous things.
Whilst I talk about cutting things I should mention that I do need a haircut. Can’t do a thing with it. I like a number two or number three back and sides with a trim on top. Don’t want to be able to grab hold of it, which I can right now. Maybe today is the day.
Gotta look good for our trip to the theatre ce soir. We are off to the Broadbent Theatre in Wickenby to see Educating Rita which is being directed by a pal of THGs. Not our normal night out but what the heck. In fact we don’t really have a normal night out. Who wants to be normal! An occasional night out would be good though. Oh yes, we are going tonight 🙂
There was a time, before the kids came along, when we would be out most nights. When we lived in Greetwell Gate there were three pubs within 100 yards of the house: The Morning Star, Bull and Chain and the Peacock. We rarely went to the latter. The Star was our go to for years until the long term landlord, John Smith retired after which we tended to go to the Bull as the new people who took over weren’t that good.
Nowadays I don’t have a regular pub night. Lockdown killed it off. The boys do occasionally go out but I’m usually home by seven. Worra lightweight. Btw don’t forget the Morning Star carol session is on Sunday 22nd December conducted by yours truly.
Had a good day out in town yesterday and very sensibly caught the 16.06 train home. Tucked myself away in the last row of Coach E. Two very private seats and always the first to be served the free gin. The gin on LNER has improved since they dropped the Greenalls rubbish that would have been introduced as a cost cutting measure. I complained. Took em a while to get the message.