The more I procrastinate, and avoid writing, the worse my conversational skills become, I think. Ive had Covid a few weeks back I think and still have a sore throat, could be something to do with the smoking at the weekend; a party with booze and food provided, music and friends from all over the globe, well one friend from all the way over in NZ. A night at the pub on Friday, a couple of pubs on the way to the party on Saturday and then the hair of the dog on Sunday in the form of a marvellous plum porter or 3, in suddenly really hot temperatures, how unaccustomed we become when the spring has been so rotten to us.

So I’m not sleeping terribly well, the rooms are so hot and the mornings so light, waking up around 4:30 is pretty standard, and then managing an extra hour after is a bonus. So thins morning I managed to drag myself out for an early dog walk, which he seems to forget by the evening and the enforced  trudge around the barley fields in the sticky gloom, post another dreadful England Football performance, I fail to see what all the excitement is about, we’re always boring and play well below how we think our team should perform, this summer delusion happens in Britain once every 2 years, folk drink too much come home horrifically sunburnt for 2, 3 or 4 weeks, work eases back even further than it is at the moment and a large amount of band width and column inches are dedicated to our brave, yet lack lustre lions. This year the fucking general election is filling the televisual voids peppered almost daily with gambling scandal and questionable ethics from wretched candidates, and the tickets for Glastonbury are flying off the shelves, coverage starts on Wednesday this week I think. What bounty.

So this weekend I heard of a couple of firsts amongst my friends and peers:

ONE; my friend (53 I think)had a heart attack several months ago, he’s ok, stopped drinking, eating well and swimming, replacing debauched Bacchanalian behaviour with cardio and Iced Tea. TWO: my friend (47 I think) is hanging up her working boots and retiring, I did point out to her that she had to work first before she retired, I’m being mean, she had the job which everyone wants; it paid relatively well and she didn’t need to do a great deal, but her Husband might be about to walk into a MD role.

So both those firsts have made me think about my lifestyle choiices and with that in mind I am aiming to develop magnetic superpowers enabling me to walk past jewellers and attract everything onto my costume, with an aim to retire before the sky falls in.