Okay, just a quick one, but had to share this. Got up this morning after a fairly unsuccessful nights sleep feeling a bit groggy (hmmm couple of Gins last night might also have had something to do with that but hey ho).
Knowing that the best thing for a groggy head is a bit of activity I decided to change the beds, clean (Again) and generally prepare for tonight. Got all done - all thats left to do is hoover and convince Tina, my cat, that she really doesn't want to pull the xmas decs down again.
Anyway, previously mentioned that Keefe's friend Malcolm is coming to stay with us. Now my main connection with Malcolm was a couple of plays we did together and lots of squash (as in the game, not the drink). He taught me the finer points to this explosive, and rather good game ie. don't run in front of the ball it hurts and if your going to run into the wall, do it as softly as possible, cause that hurts as well.
Whenever we get together we always play a game to prove that we can still do it - Well the last time I played was this time last year, when he came to visit. So when he called to say he was coming up again this New Year he once again challenged me back into the court either this evening or first thing tomorrow.
Now quite frankly I've been dreading it because whilst I have been urging my exercise habit to come out from behind the old box under the spare bed upstairs and dust themselves off by walking in the mornings, squash is quite another thing.
So cutting long story short (didn't really but its my blog so I will waffle if I want to) with a bit of trepidation I picked up the phone and dialed the number to our local sports centre conversation went a bit like this.
Chipper and fit lady (C&Fl): Hello Blyth Sports Centre. (How can they sound fit just by thier voices)
Me: Hi, morning erm could you tell me if you still hire out squash equipment (if they don't I cant play cause I don't have a decent racquet)
C&FL: Oh yes, we have a full range of equipment.
Me: Ah... and could you tell me how expensive it is (if its really expensive I cant really afford it what with all the Baileys and Vodka I need to purchase for the New Year etc)
C&fl: racquets are 50p each and Balls are 20p. Courts cost £3.20 after 6pm and 2.20 before 6pm.
Me: Oh... That's really... erm well tell me do you have a court for say 4pm this afternoon then?
C&Fl: I'm terribly sorry madam, but we have an early closing today.
Me (HUGE sigh of relief) Ohhh what a shame, er what about tomorrow: fingers crossed, eyes scrunched up in hope...
c&FL: Nope sorry, we are closed all day tomorrow.
Me: Chocking back relief: Ahh damn, well there goes my chance of fulfilling my get fit resolution. C&Fl: Laughing; No I suggest you do what I'm going to do, get a huge box of quality street, a bottle of vodka and watch rubbish on the TV till the 4th Jan. ....
So my question for this blog is...
"If the gods give me such a sign as this who am I to fight fate".
Knowing that the best thing for a groggy head is a bit of activity I decided to change the beds, clean (Again) and generally prepare for tonight. Got all done - all thats left to do is hoover and convince Tina, my cat, that she really doesn't want to pull the xmas decs down again.
Anyway, previously mentioned that Keefe's friend Malcolm is coming to stay with us. Now my main connection with Malcolm was a couple of plays we did together and lots of squash (as in the game, not the drink). He taught me the finer points to this explosive, and rather good game ie. don't run in front of the ball it hurts and if your going to run into the wall, do it as softly as possible, cause that hurts as well.
Whenever we get together we always play a game to prove that we can still do it - Well the last time I played was this time last year, when he came to visit. So when he called to say he was coming up again this New Year he once again challenged me back into the court either this evening or first thing tomorrow.
Now quite frankly I've been dreading it because whilst I have been urging my exercise habit to come out from behind the old box under the spare bed upstairs and dust themselves off by walking in the mornings, squash is quite another thing.
So cutting long story short (didn't really but its my blog so I will waffle if I want to) with a bit of trepidation I picked up the phone and dialed the number to our local sports centre conversation went a bit like this.
Chipper and fit lady (C&Fl): Hello Blyth Sports Centre. (How can they sound fit just by thier voices)
Me: Hi, morning erm could you tell me if you still hire out squash equipment (if they don't I cant play cause I don't have a decent racquet)
C&FL: Oh yes, we have a full range of equipment.
Me: Ah... and could you tell me how expensive it is (if its really expensive I cant really afford it what with all the Baileys and Vodka I need to purchase for the New Year etc)
C&fl: racquets are 50p each and Balls are 20p. Courts cost £3.20 after 6pm and 2.20 before 6pm.
Me: Oh... That's really... erm well tell me do you have a court for say 4pm this afternoon then?
C&Fl: I'm terribly sorry madam, but we have an early closing today.
Me (HUGE sigh of relief) Ohhh what a shame, er what about tomorrow: fingers crossed, eyes scrunched up in hope...
c&FL: Nope sorry, we are closed all day tomorrow.
Me: Chocking back relief: Ahh damn, well there goes my chance of fulfilling my get fit resolution. C&Fl: Laughing; No I suggest you do what I'm going to do, get a huge box of quality street, a bottle of vodka and watch rubbish on the TV till the 4th Jan. ....
So my question for this blog is...
"If the gods give me such a sign as this who am I to fight fate".
I'm sure your thoughts are with me in sending everyone out in the Asiatics love and safety.
Wishing you and yours a perfectly perfect New years evening.
Wishing you and yours a perfectly perfect New years evening.
