![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Well, the weight is solidly at between 84 & 85kilos. I’m beginning to loose hope that the “80 kilos at the end of the year” ambition will come about, as I seem to be resolutely at 84 - 85, whatever I do, but there are worse things than having almost zero variation in my weight, I guess. I know for a fact that my base level of fitness has definitely increased, but that’s no comfort when I stand on the scales, dammit!
Yesterday morning & early afternoon was very pleasant – we went by train to the seaside (along with most of Europe, it seems) and walked along the beach, hand in hand, enjoying the sunshine, the slight sea-breeze and the general lazyness of it all. We then went to a restaurant for an Australian meal (I had kangaroo in over-salted red-wine sauce & C had Ostrich in over-salted red wine sauce). Conclusion: avoid that Australian themed restaurants.
In the afternoon, we went back to the house and read books; I finally completed a book on the American Civil War that my grandfather gave me several decades ago (its cost was 12’ 6d) . It’s not a big book (less than 300 pages), but its something I’ve tried & failed to read for a long time. And now I’ve done it, so ‘well done me’, I think.
In the evening, we watched Lost in Translation, which C & I find really nice, and commented about the unpleasant smell that seemed to be engulfing the street. It appears that, when you live below sea-level, drainage & sewerage becomes a load more difficult, and this explains the occasional smells. Meh. The pong went after an hour or so, so I cant really complain.
Lastly, Carole and I had a panic this morning, the Lyracat had vanished & wasn’t responding to our calling, (or, more accurately, the call of the food bowl), which meant that I remained behind to try & track her down, whilst C went off on her 7:36 train. Eventually I hear this plaintiff mewling from the garage-roof several meters below us, and there she is, running around, trying to find a way back up to us (or, rather ‘back up to the food’). After some fussing, she settled down and I managed to go to work.
Um. That’s about it.
S
Yesterday morning & early afternoon was very pleasant – we went by train to the seaside (along with most of Europe, it seems) and walked along the beach, hand in hand, enjoying the sunshine, the slight sea-breeze and the general lazyness of it all. We then went to a restaurant for an Australian meal (I had kangaroo in over-salted red-wine sauce & C had Ostrich in over-salted red wine sauce). Conclusion: avoid that Australian themed restaurants.
In the afternoon, we went back to the house and read books; I finally completed a book on the American Civil War that my grandfather gave me several decades ago (its cost was 12’ 6d) . It’s not a big book (less than 300 pages), but its something I’ve tried & failed to read for a long time. And now I’ve done it, so ‘well done me’, I think.
In the evening, we watched Lost in Translation, which C & I find really nice, and commented about the unpleasant smell that seemed to be engulfing the street. It appears that, when you live below sea-level, drainage & sewerage becomes a load more difficult, and this explains the occasional smells. Meh. The pong went after an hour or so, so I cant really complain.
Lastly, Carole and I had a panic this morning, the Lyracat had vanished & wasn’t responding to our calling, (or, more accurately, the call of the food bowl), which meant that I remained behind to try & track her down, whilst C went off on her 7:36 train. Eventually I hear this plaintiff mewling from the garage-roof several meters below us, and there she is, running around, trying to find a way back up to us (or, rather ‘back up to the food’). After some fussing, she settled down and I managed to go to work.
Um. That’s about it.
S