Scenes From A Day

Draw up, young uns, and let Old Unca Tony tell you a tale...
See, back in the day, your silly Unca Tony had a plan. Let's work from home, he said to himself, and we'll have more time to do Other Stuff...

Yyyyeah, see your Unca Tony - he can be a little bit dim sometimes.

Today had been a day of meaningless but pleasant scenes, inbetween working my ass off.
Let's see - blood was 5.8 this morning, which was pleasing.
Had hoped to do a trail walk this lunchtime, but was caught up doing proofing work for my journal, so frankly didn't. Hoped to get some biking in, but was caught up in my website work, so frankly didn't.

Went for a walk in what was then a late lunchtime with Karen Pulley and her infant son around Cyfarthfa Lake. Fed - and no, I'm not making this up - organic carrot sticks to the ducks and possibly-cormorants there. At first, they looked at us like we were mammalian voles cowering in burrows and they were Tyrannosurs, and ignored our offerings. Then one some-freaking-bird took the bait and caused a rush. Suddenly it was Hitchcock-nightmare territory, A gang of greaser pigeons descended, en masse, and gave us the eye. "Give us your food or we'll cut ya..." they seemed to say. We moved on and buggered off...

I got home and walked onto our balcony There was a small, precocious-looking 3 or 4 year old girl in a Pepto-Bismol-pink plastic raincoat standing with her fists up, in a "You Shall Not Pass!" pose. I grinned at her.
"Ello," I said.

Now, in the old days, this was enough to get kids of a certain age to goggle, saucer-eyed and promise to be good. We called it The Santa Factor - big fat beardy baldy bloke, alive and well and, just occasionally, to milk the thing, going "ho ho ho". Now, this kid just stared at me.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Mmm...s'pose," said the girl, stepping aside.
"Thank you," I said. Hardly a deep and meaningful conversation, but she followed me. When I was about to go through our front door, the girl almost whined at me.
"Where you goin'?"
"I'm goin' in here," I said. "I live here. Bye bye," I said. I waved, went in and closed the door.
"Nooooooo!" yelled the girl, her pink form entirely visible through our glass front door. "Come back....I've got Shreddies!"

Mmmm....Shreddies. Gotta tell you, I was tempted.

Went to Aquacise. I was about three minutes in when I felt the need. The Xenical need. All around me were people jumping and punching and squatting and sweating. I tried to do all of the above, while never quite squatting too deep, and clenching as hard as I could. When I came out I dived straight into the first bathroom stall. I was sat, and had let go of my first Meaningful Fart when I looked up. I blinked. Groped in the toilet roll dispenser. Looked around. Blinked again.
Goddamnsonofabitch'n'bastard... I re-clenched. There was no paper anywhere in the stall. I pulled my sweatpants most of the way up and crabbed my way rapidly sideways, dived into the second stall. Sat. Unclenched.

Looked up.
"Oh, you've gotta be freakin' kidding me!"

There were only three stalls. I re-clenched, re-pulled, crabbed along, prayed to any passing deity - including Cushelle the god of toilet roll, and dived into the thirs stall.

All hail Cushelle, for he is a forgiving god...

Went for a post double-gym proteinfest, staggered home. Woohoo - back on the exercise train, finally. Tomorrow is promising - on pain of an Atomic Wedgie - to be less mentally busy than today, so there will hopefully be time to do some biking, maybe some early morning swimming, we'll see...