Stretch Two Three

Still trying to keep going with the Wii Fit. And it would appear to be working. I feel I am standing much straighter, the yoga is doing my posture the world of good, and thus helping my back. It may be psychological but I don't care as long as it works. The only problem is fitting it in. There isn't much time in the day so I end up having to do it once "J" has gone to bed. So it is now 2355 hrs and I have just finished. I suspect that I shouldn't be doing it so late but I can't see much in the way of options (and before you suggest it, no I can't get up earlier, my alarm goes off at 0645 hrs and I consider that too early).

Four Faults

Well, no not four. We went to the Royal Windsor Horse Show today. It was a shakey start as we went to the main ring to watch some show jumping. There were a couple of names competing that I was eager to see. Sadly "A" got bored quickly. This rather surprised me as she can watch jumping at the riding school for ages. A five year olds brain is difficult to fathom however. It may have been more that she wanted to do other things. Anyway, relented and we allowed her to climb up the army wall, she did quite well actually. Then had a bit of a wander. Found the fairground and let her have a go on two rides. Then, after a bit of shopping, made our way back to the main ring. This time she enjoyed it. Whether this was because she had done other things, or whether it was because it was the Shetland Pony racing followed by the Horseguards display (all rather more colourful than the jumping) I can't say. We then went to get an ice-cream (hmm, suddenly wondering why you would want to know this, but I shall continue), a few more bits and pieces then back to the ring again. This time to watch the Pony Club competition (and see the Queen, which excited "A" as well). "A" started supporting Wales with me, but when England finally pulled ahead she shifted over to lean against Mummy and started shouting for England. Fickle child (who also started supporting Northern Ireland, and I have no idea why). Then finally the Kings artillary. If you have ever seen this you will know it ends with them firing their guns. Boy, did "A" jump!

Roasting

Well, not quite. But the first barbecue of the year for our household. Turned it on (gas job) about an hour before needed to let it get really hot and kill off any bacteria which had found it a nice home over the winter. Then tried to wash off the dirt. OK, in hindsight that was the wrong way round. My arms got well steamed. But, anyway, that over, everything ready. Burgers, sausages and vegetable kebabs. Very nice. Slightly defeated the object by eating it indoors but regular readers will know of our Saturday tradition of all watching a film together. 4 hours later and no sign of food poisoning yet.

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Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick

For Sal

Airwolf and Pink Floyd

Live Again

For the last two nights I have tried playing "Second Life". And I have to admit it has done absolutely nothing for me. I generally like MMPORGs. I find them fun. But I think the important thing is the escapism. As far as I can tell "Second Life" really is that, except that you can fly. And, to be honest, it isn't a second life I am after. This one occupies me enough and, to be honest, sometimes leaves me jaded. What I want is something different. Something that is completely alternate. Unles anyone can convince me otherwise I can't see me going back to Second Life.

Here Be Dragons

Sadly not one of my pictures

Leg It

We went to the Black Country Museum today. At one point we almost turned around to find an indoor venue as the weather was horrible. But it did improve and the majority of the day was fine. Not sure how much "A" really enjoyed it, possibly saved by the funfair and the helter-skelter. I, on the other hand, had a great time. Mainly because we went on the canal boat trip into Dudley tunnel. And on the way back the pilot started explaining about the art of "legging". This is where the crew would "walk" the barge through tunnels (obviously the horses couldn't go through) by lying down and placing their feet on the tunnel wall, then pushing off. Something I have always wanted to do. Then he asked. The pilot said "does anyone want a go?" Well doh, yeah. I stick my hand up and say "yes please". The other 40 odd people on board gave a collective sigh because this meant going out of the tunnel to let another boat in then returning to have a chance at legging. Thus adding 10 minutes on the trip. But I don't care, because I loved it. A second person agreed and that was all we needed. We started legging the boat out of the tunnel. Very hard work (especially when the pilot put the engine running against us). My legs were quite wobbly by the end. And to think that they would do this for 4 hours at a time.