Album of the Day: Travis - The Man Who
Music for bed wetters.
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A return to the Table of Dreams on Monday lunchtime. It’s been over two months since we last had a knock up.
It was good to see that the table is holding up well. There has been no further damage, apart from a cigarette burn.
We had a brief warm up, and then threw for serves.
ONE, TWO.
Whoops.
ONE.
WHOOPS.
ONE, TWO.
Oh dear.
Finally we managed to get three returns over the net before we contested who would get the first serve.
I played appallingly. I’m still not the most mobile. I didn’t want to stretch or twist. A caught on to this. She placed the ball deliberately in the corners.
I was SAPNKED 5-0.
With piss poor weather forecast for the next few days, it was decided that this would be the annual Christmas Cup competition.
There is no Christmas Cup, but you get the idea. No big deal in losing a fictional Christmas Cup tournament.
I carried on walking, having a little time to spare. I headed into the woods. It was dry on the slopes, and then damp in the creeks. Any bogland was well disguised by leaves. I had the wellies on.
I reached the peak of the woods where the beautiful bluebell carpet appears each May time. It looked desolate and bleak in mid-December.
Time passages, etc.
The afternoon was spent with work shifts, and some general preparation as we speed into Christmas week.
Gawd, I bloody hate Christmas.
I was cheered up playing the Isley’s majestic Harvest CD. It’s so thoughtful, so funky.
I watched Birmingham vs L******er in the evening. I have to admit that the away team were very impressive.