It’s my birthday tomorrow (thank you) so don’t expect too much interaction from me over the next few days. Based on experience of previous years I will be self-indulgent, then tipsy, then hungover, then reflective, then back at work, then depressed, and in none of those states do I ever feel like blogging, so you’ll have to put up with a bit of silence I’m afraid.
For reasons I can’t quite remember now we’re having the weekend in Cambridge. Driving down tomorrow lunchtime (hopefully after some birthday lovin’ and then a slap-up birthday breakfast) having a nose-about and then staying overnight at some hotel that has a spa. We do like our spa sessions together. Nothing keeps the marriage fires burning like hot coals in a hot sauna and getting wet together in a cool pool.
While I try and get over the fact that I’ll be 34 tomorrow and will no longer have a sexy double-barrelled, double-numbered, palindromic age, I shall share with you:
A List Of Some Random Things I Have Learnt So Far In My Time On This Planet:
Doctors are obsessed with three things - bowel movements, antidepressants and blood pressure.
We never get the snow we want, or the sunshine we want, when we want it. We get the snow when we need to get places, and the sun when we’re stuck indoors. Weather is a bastard.
Lady Gaga has a great voice but a messed-up personality.
Fidget spinners are strangely satisfying to play with.
Writing a regular blog gives you an outlet for rage that you would normally direct at people physically, and so The Chesworth Chronicles has probably kept me out of prison.
RC 19-1-18
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