Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Last time I engaged on 'blogging' I was in a bit of a twisted situation with many issues playing on my mind. The thought process was clear enough, the diatribe probably bewildering to those of you who took the time to read through it. Obviously I survived Christmas, mainly because wife and I did not over indulge and have done quite well since. I discovered that I was grossly overweight (everyone except yours truly knew that and made frequent comments) the upshot of which was to declare war on the flab by referring to the NHS Weight loss programme on this medium. Believe me it works a bloody treat. I eat what I want in far less quantity; more or less given up the demon drink voluntarily and don't mind telling you feel quite good. Undergone a blood pressure test and much to the delight of the practitioner nurse it has come down quite well. As I write I am a full stone lighter than when I started and genuinely rearing to go forward to get rid of some more. Already wearing things I thought of as 'had it' only a matter of weeks ago. Another thing that has been ignited is my passion for a guitar and in that direction I found a second hand instrument which has been a really good find. I have a really good musician to teach me and making really good progress and heading to performing 'house of the rising sun' in my own time. X Factor look out. Of course I cannot allow this spiel to proceed without reference to the 6 Nations Rugby Championships. Sportsman as I am, it was disappointing not have come second in the table. First would have been a bonus but reality rules that out. Ireland were really deserving. I still have this hangup about England (nearly all welsh Sportsmen feel the same) and them not being magnanimous in defeat. Surely for one at least of their ranks to suggest that Italy and Scotland had not played their part, and the referee awarding a dodgy penalty to France was a bit silly. For my part every player was deserving the highest accolade as they all knew that the armchair experts would have drawn knives in their hands at the slightest error. Given the pace an intensity of modern rugby mistakes are bound to happen. It is all over now until the World Cup competition starts later in the year. More whinging no doubt. Our little troupe of armchair experts went to Scotland for the Welsh -v- Scots challenge. Apart from the Rugby everything was quite good really. Strangely I could not help feeling that the warmth of previous visits was not quite there this time. That Independence thing was still very much in the air, and even now is hanging over our heads. The turmoil of that contest was nothing to compare with turmoil experienced on the Excursion train we took to Edinburgh and back. I can tell you without any doubt that Wales have as many idiots to contend with as any other part of the UK. What an awful lot of wasters, they managed to spoil a really nice train journey. Won't be doing that again!. Maybe - if we managed to link up a train of sealed up semi refrigerated trucks and bundle the whole lot inside with no specific timetable for the train operator to adhere to, and the rest of us in Pandelino high speed comfort I would consider it. Whatever!. A whole new estate of houses is going up in the land to the rear of my house. I'm not going to suggest anything about the progress of the project but I do wonder if they will be still habitable in the equivalent time our older houses still are. A soakaway consisting of hundreds of plastic boxes (look like beer crates) have been sunk 5 metres into the ground and covered over with earth a few metres from my back garden. One way of getting rid of plastic waste. Spring is definitely in the air with flowers blooming, weeds growing, grass needing cutting, not to mention the birds that I have fed all winter twittering gaily and now responding to my calls to come for food. Wonderful. I won't leave it so late before writing again. I am in bouyant mood over my weight; can't wait for my sea going adventure in June; hoping that my good lady will have a positive result from her memory clinic of which I will have real concern. Until the next time cheers, chin up, and don't forget - Cemetries are full of indispensable people. And just in case you have forgotten or don't know I will be voting Conservative!!