The View from the Hill on Saturday 22nd August
As I awoke this morning at around 6.30am, I felt more than the usual two pairs of eyes watching me. Usually as I rise and rub the sleep out of my eyes (now I can't get The Monkees to stop singing in my head) there will be two sets of dog eyes eagerly awaiting my crawling out of bed and the stagger to the drawer in the kitchen cupboard and the liberation of their first meal of the day. But this morning an extra set of eyes stared down at me from the ceiling, a lovely little house spider. So actually that was four extra sets of eyes I think, spiders having eight eyes, one on each leg,anyway back to the point of this post which is....cheer up sleepy Jean?...bugger!
No wait, it's come back to me, the little spider hanging over the bed, busily working on a very small network of web paths across what must, to such a small creature, seem like the Gobi desert. It reminded me of the wonder of evolution and the great variety of creatures we live with on this planet. By the way, I think the fact that we eat eight spiders a year in our sleep is a made up fact, I hate to think of the damage such night time feasting would have on my Buddhist credentials.
Whilst on the subject of Buddhists, this philosophy of not harming other living creatures, is that only creatures you see...is it OK to kill creatures so small that they are invisible to the naked eye? Or if you are blind, can you accidentally kill a small mouse perhaps by treading on it, and still have an intact karma?
Where was I, oh yes, variety, the spice of life...you see not only do we have this new little spider living above the bed, much to Mrs B's horror, about four or five days ago we noticed that we had acquired a new pet in the bathroom too. We named it Rapunzel. It is a giant house spider, the size of the plughole, with hairy legs and vicious looking fangs, it could easily swallow that injured mouse that the blind Buddhist accidentally trod on.
We named it Rapunzel because in the wine induced logic that came into play on its first appearance, I immediately thought of the hair in the plug hole and the spider climbing it. I know it's an awful thought, but a bottle of Merlot can do this to you.
Anyway, Rapunzel and Ben Fogle (that's the name I just gave to the little spider) are at two ends of the spider spectrum, millions of years of evolution producing two totally unique creatures. And Mrs B wants them both executed.
There is trouble ahead, and he who troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind.
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The View on what to View:
Only one choice really I suppose, X Factor. 7pm ITV1
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Saturday, 22 August 2009
Friday, 21 August 2009
The View from the Hill for Friday 21st August
Despite the possibility of being bombed or having their fingers cut off, thousands of Afghan's went to the polls and exercised their democratic rights, rights that were hard won with the death of many, including British service men.
Here are a people who will take real risks to make their voices heard. I don't know what the turnout was and I'm not sure how the results will change anything but it was the act of voting that most impressed.
Locally, there was a council election, the Lib Dems won. I don't suppose there was any real danger in leaving the house to cast a vote, I don't suppose the local politics of Hucknall are as fraught as Afghanistan, but I would bet that the turnout was lower in percentage terms.
We take our democracy for granted in the UK, we don't understand what the simple act of placing a X in a box means anymore.
I know there are some political parties that thrive on this, eventually luring people to extreme and fringe parties, but at least they are voting. Those who stay at home are the ones that should be ashamed of themselves. You should have an opinion, and you should express it. Even if you go and spoil the ballot paper it is an act that is accounted for in the electoral statistics.
We have had too easy a ride in recent years, we have forgotten what a lucky escape we had 70 years ago some would say, but just look at today, look at all the things in the news that make you shake your head with disgust or disbelief or shame...you can do something about it by voting.
Just pretend it's the X Factor or some other talent show on TV and cast your vote.
I was listening to a debate about the Monarchy, someone calling for real democracy and that means we need a republic and an elected president. It scares me to think that with the voter apathy we have in this country, someone like Peter Mandelson or Tony Blair could be elected head of state on a turnout of less than 50%...perhaps if it was Peter Andre and Katie Price standing we would get a bigger turnout!
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The View on what to View:
There's nothing on so watch something you have taped or Sky+,d. Or listen to music or actually sit and talk about something.
Despite the possibility of being bombed or having their fingers cut off, thousands of Afghan's went to the polls and exercised their democratic rights, rights that were hard won with the death of many, including British service men.
Here are a people who will take real risks to make their voices heard. I don't know what the turnout was and I'm not sure how the results will change anything but it was the act of voting that most impressed.
Locally, there was a council election, the Lib Dems won. I don't suppose there was any real danger in leaving the house to cast a vote, I don't suppose the local politics of Hucknall are as fraught as Afghanistan, but I would bet that the turnout was lower in percentage terms.
We take our democracy for granted in the UK, we don't understand what the simple act of placing a X in a box means anymore.
I know there are some political parties that thrive on this, eventually luring people to extreme and fringe parties, but at least they are voting. Those who stay at home are the ones that should be ashamed of themselves. You should have an opinion, and you should express it. Even if you go and spoil the ballot paper it is an act that is accounted for in the electoral statistics.
We have had too easy a ride in recent years, we have forgotten what a lucky escape we had 70 years ago some would say, but just look at today, look at all the things in the news that make you shake your head with disgust or disbelief or shame...you can do something about it by voting.
Just pretend it's the X Factor or some other talent show on TV and cast your vote.
I was listening to a debate about the Monarchy, someone calling for real democracy and that means we need a republic and an elected president. It scares me to think that with the voter apathy we have in this country, someone like Peter Mandelson or Tony Blair could be elected head of state on a turnout of less than 50%...perhaps if it was Peter Andre and Katie Price standing we would get a bigger turnout!
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The View on what to View:
There's nothing on so watch something you have taped or Sky+,d. Or listen to music or actually sit and talk about something.
Thursday, 20 August 2009
The Slightly Delayed View from the Hill on Thursday 20th August.
Thanks to a problem with AOL, I find myself posting this eight hours later than usual, but in a way it has given me chance to focus on what to write about. I could have told you about my golfing exploits, I could have talked about seeing old friends and colleagues, but instead something a little more serious.
The release of Abdelbaset Ali Mohmed Al Megrahi on compassionate grounds is obviously going to cause a real ruckus with our American allies; of course they would not have been faced with this dilemma, as they would have already killed him, executed with extreme prejudice.
I suppose I better nail my colours to the flag pole from the outset and say that I have never been a supporter of capital punishment and as someone who formally had power to take the freedom away from fellow citizens, or at least begin that process, my reasoning has always been that I am human and I am fallible, and no system of justice can be free of doubt, hence reasonable doubt being a phrase we hear so often in our judicial system.
There have been far too many miscarriages of justice to blithely support execution as an option, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against imprisonment for life and life meaning life, but at least that leaves the later possibility of redressing a wrong whilst removing a potential threat to society from our midst.
There are many who question the strength of the eyewitness testimony in the Lockerbie case, and I have no doubt that Megrahi is a dubious character and there are undoubtedly questions that will never be answered here, but once again this is because our human system is flawed by those who are involved in the process.
It is the best system there can be, I accept that, but I think this attitude of an eye for an eye that flows from the religious zealots of the Bible belt in America should not be pandered to. If we upset Hillary Clinton, so be it, I doubt she would lose any sleep over decisions she make in which the primacy of US law trumps British law.
If he is guilty of the crime for which he was convicted, then he will not live long enough to serve his sentence, and perhaps in this act of compassion and humanity for a man who might have shown very little to others, we will be sending a clear message to terrorists - not that we are an easy touch but that we are strong, very strong, strong enough to let this man die in his own country and not in a Scottish prison.
UPDATE: Sat 22nd - With the awful publicity, mostly thanks to that awful cartoon duck that runs Libya, I think we might have handled this better!
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The View on what to View:
Had I been posting at my usual time I would have suggested you watch Norman Wisdom in A Stitch in Time but now I suggest 10.35 ITV1 The Thirty Year Secret: Real Crime. The story of a man who spent 16 years in prison for a crime he did not commit.
Thanks to a problem with AOL, I find myself posting this eight hours later than usual, but in a way it has given me chance to focus on what to write about. I could have told you about my golfing exploits, I could have talked about seeing old friends and colleagues, but instead something a little more serious.
The release of Abdelbaset Ali Mohmed Al Megrahi on compassionate grounds is obviously going to cause a real ruckus with our American allies; of course they would not have been faced with this dilemma, as they would have already killed him, executed with extreme prejudice.
I suppose I better nail my colours to the flag pole from the outset and say that I have never been a supporter of capital punishment and as someone who formally had power to take the freedom away from fellow citizens, or at least begin that process, my reasoning has always been that I am human and I am fallible, and no system of justice can be free of doubt, hence reasonable doubt being a phrase we hear so often in our judicial system.
There have been far too many miscarriages of justice to blithely support execution as an option, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against imprisonment for life and life meaning life, but at least that leaves the later possibility of redressing a wrong whilst removing a potential threat to society from our midst.
There are many who question the strength of the eyewitness testimony in the Lockerbie case, and I have no doubt that Megrahi is a dubious character and there are undoubtedly questions that will never be answered here, but once again this is because our human system is flawed by those who are involved in the process.
It is the best system there can be, I accept that, but I think this attitude of an eye for an eye that flows from the religious zealots of the Bible belt in America should not be pandered to. If we upset Hillary Clinton, so be it, I doubt she would lose any sleep over decisions she make in which the primacy of US law trumps British law.
If he is guilty of the crime for which he was convicted, then he will not live long enough to serve his sentence, and perhaps in this act of compassion and humanity for a man who might have shown very little to others, we will be sending a clear message to terrorists - not that we are an easy touch but that we are strong, very strong, strong enough to let this man die in his own country and not in a Scottish prison.
UPDATE: Sat 22nd - With the awful publicity, mostly thanks to that awful cartoon duck that runs Libya, I think we might have handled this better!
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The View on what to View:
Had I been posting at my usual time I would have suggested you watch Norman Wisdom in A Stitch in Time but now I suggest 10.35 ITV1 The Thirty Year Secret: Real Crime. The story of a man who spent 16 years in prison for a crime he did not commit.
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
The View from the Hill on Wednesday 19th August
After a two part yesterday, a short one today as I have a very busy day.
Whilst I was talking about John Quade I mentioned he had a face only a mother could love, it reminded me of someone I used to know, Bill Carey. An ex Ghurkha Officer he had a wonderful turn of phrase. He once walked into the room and spotted a new face among the familiar. “Whose that boy with a face like a farmers arse?” he boomed. The boy turned and said quite politely that his name was Capp. “As in Dutch?” came back the reply from Bill, “No sir, as in, as in….” he was lost for words.
Bill often talked about the way he considered the world to be a terrible place and not the world he imagined he was fighting for during the many conflicts he had endured; he was very forthright in his views and on the subject of his own mortality.
“I can only imagine the ignominy” he said “of falling down dead in the frozen food section of Tesco as I reach for a bag of peas!”
I don’t know how he died, but he was a great character and I was lucky to know him and play golf with him… and that what I’m going to do today, after work, play golf. And as I ruin a good walk, I shall think of Bill Carey.
Longer View tomorrow.
Oh by the way, if you get the chance have a look at my little sister’s blog: http://ali-theramblingsofa40somethingwoman.blogspot.com What have I started!
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The View on what to View:
ITV1 at 11.35pm - Benidorm Unpacked. It should be full of awful expats.
After a two part yesterday, a short one today as I have a very busy day.
Whilst I was talking about John Quade I mentioned he had a face only a mother could love, it reminded me of someone I used to know, Bill Carey. An ex Ghurkha Officer he had a wonderful turn of phrase. He once walked into the room and spotted a new face among the familiar. “Whose that boy with a face like a farmers arse?” he boomed. The boy turned and said quite politely that his name was Capp. “As in Dutch?” came back the reply from Bill, “No sir, as in, as in….” he was lost for words.
Bill often talked about the way he considered the world to be a terrible place and not the world he imagined he was fighting for during the many conflicts he had endured; he was very forthright in his views and on the subject of his own mortality.
“I can only imagine the ignominy” he said “of falling down dead in the frozen food section of Tesco as I reach for a bag of peas!”
I don’t know how he died, but he was a great character and I was lucky to know him and play golf with him… and that what I’m going to do today, after work, play golf. And as I ruin a good walk, I shall think of Bill Carey.
Longer View tomorrow.
Oh by the way, if you get the chance have a look at my little sister’s blog: http://ali-theramblingsofa40somethingwoman.blogspot.com What have I started!
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The View on what to View:
ITV1 at 11.35pm - Benidorm Unpacked. It should be full of awful expats.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
The View from the Hill on Tuesday 18th August. A View in Two Parts
Part One:
Amongst all the celebrity ding dong between Peter and Katy, the ongoing speculation around the death of Michael Jackson, the death of an actor named John Quade went unreported in the UK.
John who? John Quade - you know the guy with the face that only a mother could love who played so many baddies in the films of Clint Eastwood. I will always remember him as Cholla, the leader of The Black Widows in Every Which Way But Loose and Any Which Way You Can, he showed his comedic side in those two movies.
I once thought I could be an actor, and it was actors like John Quade that gave me hope that I might have a chance (not that I was ugly mind you).
I have always watched films and been interested in actors and how they create performances and it is the character actor who always seemed to be memorable for me, people like RG Armstrong, Strother Martin, Sydney Greenstreet, Pat Hingle and many more.They usually play the town bully or the Mob boss or the coward. Not all will be stars, not all will be household names but if you watch any film from the late forties through to the mid seventies, there will be some names that pop up over and over again. You won’t recall the faces perhaps, or the name, but these were the supporting actors, the people who allowed the star to star.
Of course some did make the transition and become stars, a favourite of mine is Ernest Borgnine, a big rugged man who in his prime looked like he could rip you in two, in fact he nearly did rip Frank Sinatra in two in From Here To Eternity.
It was his looks that got him the role of Marty in 1955 and his acting skill that won him the Best Actor Oscar for that role.
Still acting at 92, still getting nominated for awards, he has become a star and along with Charles Durning, James Earl Jones, Hector Elizondo and so many others, they still give me the urge to have one more try. I’ll never win an Oscar but how wonderful to perhaps one day have someone look at you a little quizzically and think, did I see him in a film?
So, rest in peace John Quade.
Part Two:
Caught the end of Coach Carter last night, Samuel L Jackson magnificent as the High School coach determined that his team should achieve beyond the basketball court.
It contains this speech which I love and I thought I would add it to today's view just because I can.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
In the words of Stan Lee....nuff said.
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The View on what to View:
On a day when I have talked about acting I highly recommend the film showing on Five at 3.00pm - Breathing Lessons. It stars Joanne Woodward and James Garner, both great actors.
Part One:
Amongst all the celebrity ding dong between Peter and Katy, the ongoing speculation around the death of Michael Jackson, the death of an actor named John Quade went unreported in the UK.
John who? John Quade - you know the guy with the face that only a mother could love who played so many baddies in the films of Clint Eastwood. I will always remember him as Cholla, the leader of The Black Widows in Every Which Way But Loose and Any Which Way You Can, he showed his comedic side in those two movies.
I once thought I could be an actor, and it was actors like John Quade that gave me hope that I might have a chance (not that I was ugly mind you).
I have always watched films and been interested in actors and how they create performances and it is the character actor who always seemed to be memorable for me, people like RG Armstrong, Strother Martin, Sydney Greenstreet, Pat Hingle and many more.They usually play the town bully or the Mob boss or the coward. Not all will be stars, not all will be household names but if you watch any film from the late forties through to the mid seventies, there will be some names that pop up over and over again. You won’t recall the faces perhaps, or the name, but these were the supporting actors, the people who allowed the star to star.
Of course some did make the transition and become stars, a favourite of mine is Ernest Borgnine, a big rugged man who in his prime looked like he could rip you in two, in fact he nearly did rip Frank Sinatra in two in From Here To Eternity.
It was his looks that got him the role of Marty in 1955 and his acting skill that won him the Best Actor Oscar for that role.
Still acting at 92, still getting nominated for awards, he has become a star and along with Charles Durning, James Earl Jones, Hector Elizondo and so many others, they still give me the urge to have one more try. I’ll never win an Oscar but how wonderful to perhaps one day have someone look at you a little quizzically and think, did I see him in a film?
So, rest in peace John Quade.
Part Two:
Caught the end of Coach Carter last night, Samuel L Jackson magnificent as the High School coach determined that his team should achieve beyond the basketball court.
It contains this speech which I love and I thought I would add it to today's view just because I can.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
In the words of Stan Lee....nuff said.
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The View on what to View:
On a day when I have talked about acting I highly recommend the film showing on Five at 3.00pm - Breathing Lessons. It stars Joanne Woodward and James Garner, both great actors.
Monday, 17 August 2009
The View from the Hill for Monday 17th August
I sometimes struggle with political correctness; and it causes Mrs B to warn me that one day it might come back and bite me in the bum.
I have put my foot in it several times over the years and there are stories that would make your toes curl, things I have said without thinking that were just awful.
But then there are the times when I do think and I still speak and I don’t regret it at all – like today.
Why can’t we dislike disabled people?
I don’t mean all disabled people; I just mean rude obnoxious ones, who have no room on their shoulders for a chip because of the half tonnes of potatoes there?
Let me tell you why this comes to mind, whilst shopping in Tesco (avoiding the geriatrics in Sainsbury’s) you have to run the gauntlet of mobility scooters. There are more disabled people using Tesco in Mansfield than any where else in the world, we must have cornered the market in disabled people of all ages.
You get run into, you get cut up, you do occasionally get a very nice person who politely enquires if you would reach something down from a high shelf – I always oblige.
On my latest visit, there was a man of about 60, in his mobility scooter with an assortment of cuddly toys strapped to various parts of it, and he obviously wanted a bag of apples. I knew this because he was blocking anyone else from getting near the apples. He was selecting bags of value apples, looking at them very closely then throwing them, yes throwing them, as hard as he could on top of the other apples near by. Not only was he bruising apples he had discarded, he was bruising apples that he didn’t even want to look at!
After a few moments I volunteered that I would be more than happy to select a bag for him and perhaps he noted the sense of irritation and condescension in my tone as he casually ignored me and carried on apple tossing.
I selected three un-bruised Braeburns and moved away.
I spotted him on several other occasions as he progressed around the store, generally being rude and smelly. (I did have to bite my tongue as he drove past the deodorant without buying any).
So; I took a dislike to the man, not because of his disability or even his smell, but because he was ignorant. If he were able bodied or black or gay or from Scotland, I would still have disliked his attitude and I should be able to say so without people going, oh don’t say that, he’s…whatever.
Anyway, that’s today’s rant and to top it off I have posted a non PC video.
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The View on what to View:
Difficult, crap choice but hopefully you all have BBC4
7.30 BBC4 Legends - James Last a profile.
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I sometimes struggle with political correctness; and it causes Mrs B to warn me that one day it might come back and bite me in the bum.
I have put my foot in it several times over the years and there are stories that would make your toes curl, things I have said without thinking that were just awful.
But then there are the times when I do think and I still speak and I don’t regret it at all – like today.
Why can’t we dislike disabled people?
I don’t mean all disabled people; I just mean rude obnoxious ones, who have no room on their shoulders for a chip because of the half tonnes of potatoes there?
Let me tell you why this comes to mind, whilst shopping in Tesco (avoiding the geriatrics in Sainsbury’s) you have to run the gauntlet of mobility scooters. There are more disabled people using Tesco in Mansfield than any where else in the world, we must have cornered the market in disabled people of all ages.
You get run into, you get cut up, you do occasionally get a very nice person who politely enquires if you would reach something down from a high shelf – I always oblige.
On my latest visit, there was a man of about 60, in his mobility scooter with an assortment of cuddly toys strapped to various parts of it, and he obviously wanted a bag of apples. I knew this because he was blocking anyone else from getting near the apples. He was selecting bags of value apples, looking at them very closely then throwing them, yes throwing them, as hard as he could on top of the other apples near by. Not only was he bruising apples he had discarded, he was bruising apples that he didn’t even want to look at!
After a few moments I volunteered that I would be more than happy to select a bag for him and perhaps he noted the sense of irritation and condescension in my tone as he casually ignored me and carried on apple tossing.
I selected three un-bruised Braeburns and moved away.
I spotted him on several other occasions as he progressed around the store, generally being rude and smelly. (I did have to bite my tongue as he drove past the deodorant without buying any).
So; I took a dislike to the man, not because of his disability or even his smell, but because he was ignorant. If he were able bodied or black or gay or from Scotland, I would still have disliked his attitude and I should be able to say so without people going, oh don’t say that, he’s…whatever.
Anyway, that’s today’s rant and to top it off I have posted a non PC video.
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The View on what to View:
Difficult, crap choice but hopefully you all have BBC4
7.30 BBC4 Legends - James Last a profile.
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Sunday, 16 August 2009
Just found this old blog post and thought I might like to share it again...Sunday is going well.
Nature
I sat watching the dogs in the garden yesterday morning, it was sunny and bright and so different from the rain we have been experiencing, and as if to highlight the fact, there were some butterflies fluttering around. Beautiful and delicate creatures, butterflies not dogs, and how fascinating it was to watch one of the magnificent insects settle on the patio near where one dog was laying. The dog lifted his head, cocked it on one side as dogs have occasion to do, and he seemed to be looking at the butterfly with such wonder - then of course, he ate it.
As the dog returned to his state of slumber, I couldn't help but think isn't nature wonderful.
Published Date:
11/07/2007
Nature
I sat watching the dogs in the garden yesterday morning, it was sunny and bright and so different from the rain we have been experiencing, and as if to highlight the fact, there were some butterflies fluttering around. Beautiful and delicate creatures, butterflies not dogs, and how fascinating it was to watch one of the magnificent insects settle on the patio near where one dog was laying. The dog lifted his head, cocked it on one side as dogs have occasion to do, and he seemed to be looking at the butterfly with such wonder - then of course, he ate it.
As the dog returned to his state of slumber, I couldn't help but think isn't nature wonderful.
Published Date:
11/07/2007
The View from the Hill on Sunday 16th August
What do you do on Sundays?
I don't really have any work today so no time needed in front of the PC.
We have already established my dislike of gardening, so if I did go outside it wouldn't be for long.
I do have to charge the battery on the Powerkaddy but that is literally plugging the thing in! I will clean my clubs but that takes 15 minutes.
So still lots of Sunday to use up.
Did the shopping yesterday so no trip to Tesco needed.
It used to be Sunday morning at 10am I watched two episodes of The Golden Girls but it's been replaced by The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Will Smith is too bouncy first thing in the morning, and even worse of course Match of The Day is back on Sunday mornings too...bloody football.
I've had a quick gleg at Facebook, the usual people are doing the usual things, which is spending too much time on Facebook.
Don't need a trip to the garden centre, oh I do need to get the lamb chops out of the freezer so hang on a sec....(time passes)....thanks, well that didn't take long.
What do you do on Sundays? I could go to church I suppose. Nah!
Probably have to waste the day, doing nothing and having nothing to show for it. I wonder if I can do it without feeling guilty?
You bet your arse I can!
I hope you can make Sunday a day of rest as the good imaginary lord always wanted.
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The View on what to View:
2.30 on ITV - Columbo: Now You See Him
Guest starring the brilliant Jack Cassidy.
What do you do on Sundays?
I don't really have any work today so no time needed in front of the PC.
We have already established my dislike of gardening, so if I did go outside it wouldn't be for long.
I do have to charge the battery on the Powerkaddy but that is literally plugging the thing in! I will clean my clubs but that takes 15 minutes.
So still lots of Sunday to use up.
Did the shopping yesterday so no trip to Tesco needed.
It used to be Sunday morning at 10am I watched two episodes of The Golden Girls but it's been replaced by The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Will Smith is too bouncy first thing in the morning, and even worse of course Match of The Day is back on Sunday mornings too...bloody football.
I've had a quick gleg at Facebook, the usual people are doing the usual things, which is spending too much time on Facebook.
Don't need a trip to the garden centre, oh I do need to get the lamb chops out of the freezer so hang on a sec....(time passes)....thanks, well that didn't take long.
What do you do on Sundays? I could go to church I suppose. Nah!
Probably have to waste the day, doing nothing and having nothing to show for it. I wonder if I can do it without feeling guilty?
You bet your arse I can!
I hope you can make Sunday a day of rest as the good imaginary lord always wanted.
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The View on what to View:
2.30 on ITV - Columbo: Now You See Him
Guest starring the brilliant Jack Cassidy.
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