under another sun

A happy day spending quality time with Lorraine. Up early, and organising things from the safety of bed, such as booking a holiday in Greece, by way of expressing solidarity with the Greeks and having a top time too, we picked up something of a bargain as well. This done Lorraine drive off to do pilates and I walked down to the gym, through the sunny park, where I pushed myself still trying to make up lost fitness ground. Feels really good to be doing physical stuff again. We are turning things around together, which is good. Beth and Lorraine are going onto a full blooded diet next week, involving drinking shakes and so on. I will continue on solids. Lorraine and I arrived home at the exactly the same time and spent the afternoon in the garden, cutting back and replanting. A wealth of blooms in the garden with too many flowers to name. A chat with Jenny next door who gave us a lavender plant, and said her son Robbie was running in the European Junior athletics championships for the ...

Foul play About 50% of the country seems to be reading Harry Potter and the deadly shallows at the moment. From the several people in the train all around me this morning. Of the people near me reading a book, 4 out of 5 of them were Pottering. Even the woman at the swimming pool looked up from her Harry Potter to admit one. Writing an immense and less than magical project about cholesterol at work, thousands of words to be done at double quick time. The three word version being: cholesterol, it's bad . This forcing much slog at work. Tonight, however, something entirely different I saw Mad Dog after work in Waterloo. We walked about here and there and played some pool in the Doggets pub. We've often done this in the past and it was weird to play a game of pool in a smoke-free environment. I was thrashed as usual, although Bob should have been disqualified for outrageous gamesmanship in the last game. I made a fantastic break, dropping a ball into the pocket and teeing up se...