Would I mind helping out at the Fire Station...?

Apparently they were surprised at how fast I answered that question! Like there was some sort of a choice to make; Fire Station = Firemen (in this case Blue Watch)

Unfortunately, it is further evidence of that minor problem I've developed over many years of not being able to say 'No' when asked to help with something.

Maybe I should take it to confession and then call the Saturday morning at the station 'penance'.

RIP John Dunster

Grandad faded out today.

Again, as with Grandad Wells it's hard to be that upset about it. He wasn't really himself anymore and definately not the man who I have memories of with a glass of wine in hand and a copy of the New Scientist. Or, for that matter, the younger man I remember crawling about on the floor pretending to be a lion...

He'll be missed, but I'm glad this horrible period of undignified fading is over. Praise God for that.

Exercise.

So how is it I can walk 21 miles last weekend and not hurt, and yet I play ‘it’ with 5 other people at Fusion last night and can barely move today? It can be nothing to do with the fact that 11 year olds are faster than me and the walls are rather hard when you run full tilt into them..

And yes, you unbelievers, I did walk 21 miles without serious after-effects last weekend. We walked all around Windsor Great Park, round Virginia Water twice, and to the Castle and back. I’d forgotten how pretty it is round there, and actually how close it really is to where I live!

I really should make the most of these things. Maybe this weekend – although going to Windsor on the weekend of HRH The Queen’s birthday might be a mistake.

Chances of me doing anything much this weekend seem to be diminishing due to laziness. If I’m not careful I’ll actually do some of the Continuing Professional Development, and that’s just not healthy… although perhaps a good idea to hit one of my work objectives this year….

Lifestyle advice from the pub

I found a notice in a pub.

"A popular and distinctive premium beer, brewed with finest malt and hops for a well-balanced character"

So that’s where I’ve been going wrong; To become well-balanced I must drink.

Cheers.

Everything is fine.

So I'm told. Seems like a fairly wide ranging statement so I thought I should pass it on to the rest of you.

Everything is fine. There is nothing to worry about.


(unless of course you get between me and the chocolate.)