The Veterans played a match against the Ladies yesterday. It sounds dreadful, but as often happens with golf it was very entertaining. My partner and I were one down on the 18th tee, and we scraped a half with our agreeable opponents. Followed by a pleasant lunch. What's not to like, as the saying goes.
I got home at five, tired and fed, so there was not much else to do except to take a light supper and go to bed early.
The big stuff now, of course, is about the rats deserting the sinking ship. The Guardian has got its knives out, and Brown has to go. What a strange hulk of a man he seems to be, with no apparent political skills at all, either to deal with his underlings or the public. Some of his big ideas as Chancellor are turning sour. For me, it is the PFI saga which has gone nasty, plus of course his courtship of the City. If you are a beggar, the City will shaft you. As it did.
But I turned out to vote today. It's no use whinging about the governance of the country unless you vote. I was disappointed to find that it was only the MEP election. I was given a great long list of parties/individuals, and I had to put an X against one of them. Well, I don't think that a screwed-up governmental system and economy like ours could go it alone. We need all the mutual support we can get, which the UKIP loonies don't begin to understand.
A day off from golf today. I must avoid excess. So I spent a happy hour filing my tax return online. To my surprise, the automatic calculation performed by the taxman agreed with my own calculation. I always was a fairly competent clerk.
And while I was sweating over the tax stuff, my parcel was delivered. Only sale-price special offer golf trousers and shorts, but they fit. I seem to be becoming over-trousered. The trousers are too good for playing golf in, so I will save them for my upcoming Italy trip. Then I did the laundry, and hung lots of shirts on the line (I had to improvise a clothes prop, but that was easy, given my DIY skills). I must say that the shirts offered in the catalogue which came with my trousers are tempting. I looked at the old rags on the line, and I did think of placing an order. But I resisted.
Rick called: they are back from Japan. The food he described wouldn't appeal to me, the original S&K pie man, but he and Pia enjoyed the trip. The firm has been chopping, but he seems to be OK.
There is a mysterious drip of water from a place where there aren't any pipes, to the right as you go out of the kitchen door. I suspect that there may be a leak from the central heating system, and I will have to call in Terry Plumber for a consultation. It costs about as much as a dentist, but, as they say, if you can do it yourself, do it. If you can't, get your wallet out.
As I was preparing my rather nice salad for supper, iPod Shuffle gave me one of very favourite pop songs - It's Not Me - the Ting Tings. Great name, great song.
I'm going to try to add a rather unusual picture. It looks to be upside down, but it's reflection - a lake in New Hampshire.
