|The blonde woman keeps getting in my photos|
|There she is again. Hiding behind my glass of cider|
Live music in pubs might be one way to stop the decline, and lowering the price of drinks. It's not the publicans fault, more the brewers who own the pubs, cutting off their noses to spite their faces. And the government of course wanting there ounce of flesh from everything that might give the public a bit of pleasure. Good job they don't tax sex! Mind you they are probably thinking about it. Taxing it I mean, not doing it. Actually they are doing it, just not with their own spouses. Politicians do that a lot. Sometimes, if I didn't know better, I would almost think they are human. Of course if they did tax sex, it wouldn't make a hole in my wallet sadly.
There you are. I start off talking about Open Mic nights and it turns into talking about sex. Maybe if I was getting some, these diversions wouldn't happen so often?
But anyway it was a smashing, friendly, fun filled musical evening. Which as is usual with me these days, failed to halt my run of celibacy. I shall not give up yet in my quest for the holy grail. Hey! I think I just invented a euphemism!
Changing the subject completely, it was a beautiful day and Samantha (maybe I haven't changed the subject completely) and me and the dogs spent a happy few hours walking on the beach. I think Sam is getting used to me suddenly stopping our conversations to point out a flock of birds. We watched a Kestrel hovering motionless for a while. She thought it was a child's kite up there in the sky. We saw flocks of Oyster Catchers and Lapwings, and Sanderlings. I don't think I'm boring her. She did mention that she is learning things.
|Sadie and Ned are becoming good pals.|
|Sadie in our 'new' campervan.|
|Sam's proper campervan.|
I reckon we must have walked about five miles today. Now if I had listened to the Consultant when I had tests at the hospital for circulation problems in my legs I probably would have given up walking altogether. But in fact I have not had any pain at all since I increased the distances. The Consultant told me it would gradually get worse. He was wrong! They don't know it all. A couple of years ago I was thinking I might not be able to walk on the hills anymore. But last week I walked the hills with no trouble at all. Maybe next summer I will fulfill my ambition to walk the whole of The South Downs Way. A distance of 120 miles.
After such a nice day I am pleasantly tired. I shall now take myself off to bed, and my new memory foam mattress. Hopefully it won't be too long before the new memory foam mattress has something exciting to remember. Yes I know. I am bad!