Cannot believe the week has passed so quickly and I have about five reviews I wish to get up on Random and just don't seem to have the time. In London on Wednesday to meet with Florence's Other Grandmother for lunch and tea, which was lovely, then Cambridge yesterday for lunch with my friend Jan Jones. Gloriously sunny and warm we went to our favourite restaurant, the Galleria, and sat on the balcony overlooking the Backs and watched the punters go by, dropping punts into the water and one guy falling in at least twice. Hugely entertaining and the meal, as every, was excellent and Jan and I sat and gossiped and yakked and had a great time.
Drive home came to a grinding halt when I reached the latter end of the A120 because of an accident (in all I saw four yesterday, none of them serious thank goodness) and, while I was quite happy to poodle along with Mozart on the radio and the windows open, I paid for it by the most dreadful attack of hay fever with sneezing, itching eyes and streaming nose. I have not had such an attack for a few years now and was hoping that perhaps I had seen the back of this allergy, but yesterday was such a hot day and I think the pollen was out in force. But it was simply delightful to view the green and verdant English countryside even if it was through slitty eyes…
I have read some really great books in the last week and so must get down to telling you all about them. Will probably do that tomorrow but I tend to avoid writing too serious posts over the weekend as the viewers on Random drop off mightily over a Saturday and a Sunday. Other bloggers have reported this as well and, obviously, you all have better things to do when at home so I hold back until Monday and try and write of lighthearted and silly things during this time.
Wimbledon coming up soon and looking forward to that as ever with the caveat that if Sue Barker asks John McEnroe if Andy Murray can win Wimbledon one more time, I may put my foot through my screen. Poor Mac, who I could not stand as a player with his appalling attitude and foul manners, is now a witty and wise commentator whose charm and personality has now surfaced with amazing results, has to come up with some soothing reply and obviously finds it difficult. Mark you, he has had many years of practice being asked the same questions when Tim Henman was playing (Note: Tim Henman, who is now also a commentator exudes the same personality at this as he did while playing, ie Zilch charisma). The eternal question Can Murray win Wimbledon is easily answered. Yes he can but WILL he? As he has just been knocked out of the French open and suffered a horrendous defeat in the Australian open earlier in the year, I feel that he is destined to be like Tim, a great semi-finalist but that is it. If I am proved wrong, nobody will be more delighted than I. It will have the virtue of at least shutting Sue Barker up…
Sorry I am wittering about sport but I am also watching the Test Matches at the moment. Well, not watching as the BBC doesn't show them any more, you know my thoughts on that so will not bore you with a repeat, but listening in on the radio which is always a pleasure, and Channel 5 has an hour's highlights in the evening. Yesterday sun shone, blue skies, fluffy white clouds over the Lord's Cricket Ground, the home of cricket and just perfect. I doubt poor old Kevin Pietersen feels everything is perfect though as he failed yet again being bowled out for just 2 runs. Papers, commentators and tabloids screaming for him to be dropped as usual. Last summer they did the same for Alistair Cook who could not get into double figures to save his life. They stuck by him, ignored the doom mongers and took him to Australia with them when England went to defend the Ashes. And we all know what happened there….
501 for 1 wicket in England's favour is a score I will cherish for ever. I could not resist mentioning the Ashes when I was in Oz in February and strong men went white I can tell you.
OK so what now? Sun shining still, off to do the supermarket run, then nipping into a local garden place to buy some more bedding plants to put in the communal garden – my marigolds and petunias are doing very nicely at the moment – then off to lunch with a friend and then back later on with feet up and Wallender on the TV this evening.
Yes, it's a hard life but somebody has to do it.
Au reservoir.
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