Blue heaven
After breakfast, to the gym for more gentle trundling. So hideously unfit and overweight at the moment. Later, pushed through a door decorated with Myleene Klass's boobies to buy some sensible black trousers in M&S, prompted by the show.
In the afternoon Lorraine and I off to a bluebell wood, having stopped en route at a garden centre where we bought a large artificial rose. Once in the wood, it was surprisingly cold, and overcast, but it was a beautiful interlude. A carpet of bluebells in swathes of misty violet blue. Lorraine pausing to hug a tree as usual. A happy hour spent wandering here. Shortly before we were leaving, treading quietly in the wood, a big buck rabbit blundered through the undergrowth about ten feet away, followed by a large red fox in hot pursuit. An amazing sight, but also a weird intrusion of a life and death struggle over the heavenly carpet.
Then Lorraine drove me home where I discovered that Chelsea were winning their must win final game by a thumping seven-nil, which later became eight-nil. Anton texting me that I owe him a curry. (A tradition that goes back to a Man U thumping of Chelsea in the 1994 FA cup final). All well in the world.
Below Chelsea win the league. Bluebells and Lorraine tree hugging as usual.
After breakfast, to the gym for more gentle trundling. So hideously unfit and overweight at the moment. Later, pushed through a door decorated with Myleene Klass's boobies to buy some sensible black trousers in M&S, prompted by the show.
In the afternoon Lorraine and I off to a bluebell wood, having stopped en route at a garden centre where we bought a large artificial rose. Once in the wood, it was surprisingly cold, and overcast, but it was a beautiful interlude. A carpet of bluebells in swathes of misty violet blue. Lorraine pausing to hug a tree as usual. A happy hour spent wandering here. Shortly before we were leaving, treading quietly in the wood, a big buck rabbit blundered through the undergrowth about ten feet away, followed by a large red fox in hot pursuit. An amazing sight, but also a weird intrusion of a life and death struggle over the heavenly carpet.
Then Lorraine drove me home where I discovered that Chelsea were winning their must win final game by a thumping seven-nil, which later became eight-nil. Anton texting me that I owe him a curry. (A tradition that goes back to a Man U thumping of Chelsea in the 1994 FA cup final). All well in the world.
Below Chelsea win the league. Bluebells and Lorraine tree hugging as usual.
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