w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"I left but she found me again
Threw borders around me again
Smothered and drowned me again
Walks the walk, talks the talk
I fake it and smile, live in denial
I bleed and I ache, I'm barely awake."

The Bluetones: "U.T.A."
From the album: "Return to the Last Chance Saloon"

Thought you'd appreciate a break from the S&G theme>>

Traditionally, Wednesdays have been Mrs.D's late night down the mines, so Number One Daughter and I have taken to playing badminton while she's at the face. Last night was her last late 'un though, as the new job doesn't require the same time-trade. So, end of an era, Huzzah!

But clearly ignoring our culinary talents, she nonetheless has always insisted on preparing some cheesy mash and pies for us to heat up, which we wolf down as soon as we get in so that it's digested before we appear in court.

Unless, of course, the 'phone rings constantly for both of us from the minute we get home and means a very late wolf.

In which case, we arrived pied up and barely able to lumber around. Until we discovered that her best friend and her Dad are on the court next door and it's almost obligatory to offer to play a doubles match.

The overhead lights at the leisure centre are appalling, dazzling you when going for a high shot (like being interviewed by the Gestapo.)

So between the four of us, we blamed pies and lights for air misses (when you swisshhh at the shuttle and blatantly miss it).

But NOD and I won, then we swapped NODs and they won, so all's fair, I guess. Then we staggered away to hose off the leakage (sorry, too much info, I know).

That may well be the last time too, as NOD moves out into the big, bad world (well, Hove, actually) soon and it's a bit of a trek for a lumber round. And there'll be no enpie_cement* to pitch up for dinner, either!

* groan