Thursday 22nd August

I met a guy first thing this morning at a local gym, for a quick chat. Gyms as you know are not my natural habitat, and it was with some surprise that I saw how busy it was at 9am in the morning. It’s quite possible that people go on the way into work, or even instead of work. Watching the members leaving, looking mostly tired out, made me wonder if being knackered is really the ideal way to start your day.

The eldest walked round to her friends late morning, and after I had made lunch the youngest went out to play football. This left me to do the cleaning and then the paper round. It was hot out this afternoon and I was sweating nicely by the time I’d finished my round. It could be a record for me, breaking into a sweat three times in a week. Perhaps if the gym users got themselves paper rounds, it would let them get up early and still get some exercise, without the gym fees. Just a thought.

On returning home I have a large pile of ironing to get through before making tea. I put the telly on and find some baseball to watch as I get on with the ironing. The more I watch, the more I learn about “america’s game”, and you have to be impressed by any sport where the teams have played 128 games since the beginning of April. It makes you question footballers complaints about being tired.

In the evening the eldest, Mrs P and I, go out for a perambulation through the woods, and around the locale.

Yours taking it as it comes.

Jay