Marjal skyline (only picture because wi-fi on the fritz again)
So I've decided to give up drinking. I know that will mean a rapid collapse in Lidl share price but drastic measures are needed. At first I was going to cut it down to just two litres of wine and six cans a day, but no! Zero tolerance is needed here, so zip, neante, nada, cero, etc. I've got the shakes just thinking about it. Well just through the week then and come the week end back to “normal”.
This week end we get invaded by the Spanish, as Monday 7th follows the Day of Spanish Constitution and the 8th is Immaculate Conception day and so both are holidays, which makes it a very long week end. Hey ho, maybe start next week.
Went out on our cycle ride yesterday, Tricia noticed that the edge of the track we use to get into Guardamar had indentations all along one side. “Oh look, that must have taken them ages, they have finished the edge off just like a pie crust!” Standing about a 100 meters away was a caterpillar tracked digger which had just driven up along the edge of the track. I left her to her own, very lonely in there, thoughts.
Here's a thing, I have never in my life used a potato peeler to peel potatoes, probably a skill that everyone else possesses but not me. It is a likely assumption that is because of my upbringing, or lack of it some would say. My Irish mother never used a potato peeler, it was a “new fangled gadget that you don't need son, just use a knife”. So I've always used a knife ever since. On a whim I tried a potato peeler on a potato that was sitting in my hand awaiting its destiny in my latest concoction, meat ball stew. It actually works! How much potato had I wasted all these years by cutting off too much? And worse, did I unwittingly pass this appalling habit on to my kids, what have I done!
I've also found it works on carrots!
Tricia LOVES her laptop, one because she can send e-mails, two, she can “shop” at will and three because it's red, sent the silver one back she didn't like the colour. She told me the five main loves in her life were the Mothership, her bike, the kids, Hull City and her laptop. “Why am I not in there?” “You're special, you're in a special place by yourself, you've got all the money”.
Joke time:-
Brian was bragging to his boss one day, "You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them."
Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, "OK, Brian, how about Tom Cruise?"
"No drama boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it."
So Brian and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise's door, and Tom Cruise shouts, "Brian ! What's happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!"
Although impressed, Brian 's boss is still sceptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells Brian that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.
"No, no, just name anyone else," Brian says.
"President Obama," his boss quickly retorts. "Yup," Brian says, "Old buddies, let's fly out to Washington and off they go. At the White House, Obama spots Brian on the tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, "Brian , what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let's have a cup of coffee and catch up."
Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds he expresses his doubts to Brian, who again implores him to name anyone else.
"The Pope," his boss replies.
"Sure!" says Brian. "I've known the Pope for years." So off they fly to Rome.
Brian and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican's St. Peter's Square when Brian says, "This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope."
He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.
Sure enough, half an hour later Brian emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Brian returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.
Making his way to his boss' side, Brian asks him, "What happened?"
His boss looks up and says, "It was the final straw ... you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, 'Who the f*k is that on the balcony with Brian?"
Back to the plot; tried the zero alcohol last night and here I am writing this at 4:32 AM, could not sleep at all! Brain buzzing around, not stress, just thinking about everything, I went to bed at 12'ish and after about 40 minutes trying to sleep, realised I could not, got up and read a complete book! Wrote a to do list for when we get back at Christmas, checked out a Newtonian reflector telescope online, read the Times online and started shouting at the screen, bloody banks and MPs, checked my lack of finance, sent a few angry letters to Barclays and Nationwide, played minesweeper for 20 minutes, sent a letter of complaint to the company I got my LEDs from as they are malfunctioning, checked out about 10 possible future camp sites, wrote to a few forums and tired myself out, but not enough for peeps.
If anyone checks out the time these things were sent, they will think I'm a raving nutter.
Now typing this.
Well if it's warm and sunny tomorrow (today) as predicted I will catch some z's on the sun lounger, so no worries.
Dateline 6:03 am, Tricia just got up for the erm...you know. “What you doing?” “Been up all night, couldn't sleep”. “Well stop muttering then”. So loads of sympathy there.
News round.
Looks like Heather is going back to BMW Park Lane, so we will not be seeing much of her because of all the hours she will be working. I guess another flat in London will be less than 6 months down the road. Apparently Adam is working less hours so less money, or it could be the other way round. Antonia, Adam;s girlfriend of long standing, has moved into the house, Tricia's brother Gerald has finally got a job after about forever but there has never been a time of good employment in the Dudley area, so he's more than pleased, as is Tricia. Just a note; When Gerald was in the army he got the nickname of “Grievous”. Now he is 6' 3” and was once or twice a bouncer but why Grievous? His full name is Gerald Browell Hall, go figure.
Main plan today is a little shopping and probably a cycle ride, or combine the two?
Well it's 7:23 am and I am signing off and going for a shower, it's going to be a long day, mind you I didn't sleep in!
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