Gym update (not from me obvs): Dan reports that Dermot Bannon was on the gym TV on Saturday and not only did Dan recognise him but also the episode Mr. Bannon was presenting. Definitely my fault. And I’m making them all watch The Traitors too. Quality television for the mind, that’s me.
I went into town yesterday and parked my bike in a perfectly normal fashion and came back to this psychotic situation.
Today has been a glum day as I have spent hours avoiding doing my project work for a course I am doing at work (nobody made me do it, I volunteered for it like a complete fool); two hours actually doing the project work; and, when I gave up in despair, about 5 minutes realising that there is at least another four hours work in this (which will have to be done this week) and that there is an examination in April which, based on my meagre understanding of the course so far, is going to require a bit more studying than I have done to date (i.e. none).
We have selected our books for the year for Monday night book club – here it is in case you are interested and have any views on the books (“Death at the Sign of the Rook” is the new Kate Atkinson).
A lot of them look a bit worthy despite everyone’s best intentions. And I’ve just realised that I have to read the book for my Sunday book club this week having failed to do so over Christmas. I may have to call a moratorium on all these hard books and go back to re-reading Georgette Heyer for the month. It is proving a long January. And I am out playing tennis once a week too which, in the current climactic conditions, feels like masochism. I honestly think my hobbies may be going to kill me.
The only bits of good news from this weekend are:
- Mr. Waffle and Dan went to a match, their team won and they were on the telly in the crowd shot (perhaps not a great shot of Mr. Waffle but fame is fame).
- When I was in town yesterday, I got a text from Mr. Waffle saying “I have booked dinner for us in a mystery location on Valentine’s night.” I have spent my whole life saying Valentine’s day is a cod and you should go out some other night and I really thought I meant it. Clearly, however, I did not as I was thrilled to the core of my being by this text.
How was your own weekend?
We are great traitors fans here – we are away next weekend to celebrate our wedding anniversary and am wondering how (un)romantic it would be to make sure we had finished dinner in time for the final!
Cutting back brambles and thistles Saturday
Tea dance modern jive on Sunday
I think it’s v romantic to finish dinner early H, otherwise there will be spoilers and you will blame each other. A tragedy.
Catharines, brambles and thistles seem unappealing but I like the sound of tea dance modern jive…
Georgette Heyer is a very useful emergency therapy. The detective books are quite good too. Michael Gilbert, Emma Lathen, Dorothy Sayers, Edmund Crispin and Conan Doyle all have their part to play too.
Heartburn should be an easy read (I found it quite slight). I imagine the Jonathan Coe and Kate Atkinson should both go down quite easily as well. Can’t comment on the rest, but agree that they might be a little hard going. God speed …
Charles, these are all good suggestions.
TM, have started the Kate Atkinson as am keen – is excellent, so there’s that.