Hey! How about starting the weekend with another phone call to Royal Mail?
Betcha.
Half an hour later and I got to speak to someone about the promised £1.50 refund on the extra postage I paid for the parcel that wasn’t delivered.
“I can see you have called us a number of times, Sir.”
BETCHA again.
I’ve been told to expect a refund on Monday.
Saturday morning was all about rowing. We had a Two Boat social row with both Audacity and Varuna having crews.
I was placed in Varuna, the boat we bought last year. She’s the same spec in terms of design, but is made of fibre glass rather than wood.
The boat has a different feel to it as you glide through the water. Plus the foot rests are in a slightly different position. It makes for a different rowing experience.
We were also rowing with some new crew members. WivGigs continues to grow. It’s been a great way to meet new people and get a different perspective outside of the established social circle.
There was a bit of a backlog in launching. The Sailing Club cadets were doing their Saturday morning thing down at the hard.
Eventually we were off. I started on first bow, and made my way up to stroke as we played musical chairs mid-channel.
I even found myself coxing for a short while so that everyone got the chance to row. I was impressed in how I kept my calm and was able to turn Varuna around one of the buoys as we made our way back upstream.
Back on dry land and I headed straight to the Coop again. I took two bags and cleared them out of reduced price cheapo beer.
It seems that the shelves are being restocked each night. I made a diary date to do the same again on Sunday morning.
I caught up with the Unprecedented podcast whilst doing some household chores. It’s picking up, but the timeline is still all over the bloody place. This makes for disjointed listening.
Robert Elms had a great four-fer ahead of the Cup Final: songs from Manchester band. The Hollies. Joy Division, A Guy Called Gerald and A Certain Ratio all featured. Oh - and Buzzcocks at the end.
I recorded the FA Cup Final as I had to tackle the garden and clean the windows.
LIVE the dream, Jase.
It was a right bloody pain trying to avoid the score.
Football. Bloody hell, etc.