I stop off at the folks for a cup of tea and I borrow
an umbrella. As I continue my walk it dawns on me that Mrs P hung out the
washing this morning, which is now going to be soaking. Oh the joys of
following the weather forecast. On getting home I rescue the washing and bung
it in the dryer. Funny to think its midsummer’s day tomorrow and yet the dryer’s
on. On the bright side I get the benefit of having cut the grass last night.
My replacement powerline adapters arrived from BT at
lunchtime, which was very prompt, but when I plugged them in I still couldn’t
get the sports channels. So I installed the new home hub I had previously been
sent, a couple of months ago, but had never got around to putting in. Et voila,
Sky sports channels 1 & 2 appeared but not ESPN. So at least we’ll be able
to get the British Lions test match on Saturday morning. I write back to BT however,
asking about ESPN which I’m paying for but still not receiving. I hope this
saga will be resolved soon.
I put the racing from Royal Ascot on the telly and get
on with the ironing. There is great excitement when the Queens’ horse wins the Ascot
Gold Cup, and as happy as I am for her majesty, I can’t help reflecting that I
backed the second! Hey ho.
The teenagers arrive home after not particularly
stressful days at school. It does seem to be a little bit silly season time
after exams are over and I wonder how much they really learn at this time of
year, though the lack of homework is nice for them. After getting tea ready
reasonably successfully today, as I seemed to be juggling the times of half a
dozen different things, I watch as Mrs P tidies up and then the youngest and I
go to a mid-season meeting of the district umpires association. I am cheered as
always by the presence of stereotypes at committee meetings. It makes me proud
to be British.
Yours feeling patriotic.
Jay
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