At last something to watch on TV!
The World Cup 2018 has begun and for the next wee while we have three games a day to fill the screens. How lovely! Well that said I must state that this first game is living up to the usual forst game in a world cup, it's rubbish!
We have had the prelude, with Robbie Williams of all people, drawling while some dafties performed around him. That nice Mr Putin spoke about being careful of the doorhandles in the hotels while staring down at the Ukrainian representative. For some reason the image I saw was of that nice Mr Hitler opening the 1936 Olympics, maybe that's just me?
The first game has gone as feared. The Saudi's are full of zeal and the Russians, no great deal here, are well on top having scored two easy goals (as we speak). The early games are often full of fear as no-one wishes to lose a goal so as yet I see little excitement approaching. I will however check it out just in case.
This morning, long before you lot were up, with the dawn chorus in my ears I ate breakfast. Having burned eggs in the microwave I made coffee and sat there wondering who was burning plastic.
I soon realised it was me.
Somehow the hob rear had turned on! I didn't do it, but it was on.
This was unfortunate for the plastic container of biscuits was sitting on that hob ring hiding from the sun coming through the window. I grabbed the metal ladle more used to scraping eggs from the pan and scraped the melting morass from among the by now thick pungent smoke that was filling the place. This I threw into a bowl of water and removed the rest slowly dumping it also in the water to cool. All the while choking on the fumes which I must say were very strong! Quite how firemen cope with that in real time amazes me.
It took a long time to remove most of the smoke, the smell is still clearly noticeable, and the ring might be almost clear for the moment but I suspect requires more work. Good job I never use that one.
How stupid! How on earth did I manage to turn the hob on?
At least had the Robin entered at the time he would have had several open windows to leave by!
Well actually....
So I decided to be clever. Chasing graves I could not find the other day I came up with a cunning plan. The CWGC have friends who photograph such graves, and there are other means to identify the fallen. The plan was simple, download the photos, print them out on one sheet of paper (cheaply) and carry this to either of the two cemeteries. Brilliant! In the morning I stuffed myself early on with somewhat stale bread, switched off the laptop, and got ready. Then I realised I had forgotten to download the pictures. This meant switching the laptop back on, awaiting the interminable time while it set itself up again, and then searching for the desired shots. This I did. I switched off and the laptop slowly ended the procedure, and as it did so I realised I had not printed them off!!! I left anyway, my memory would be good enough I said, now that I had reacquainted myself with them. I also planned to cycle there through the back paths, thereby avoiding the big hill both ways. It's a delight going down such hills, but not if the traffic is busy. Immediately I forgot to go the easy way and joined the early morning traffic on the main roads.
Later, after once again stuffing myself with stale bread, this time with greenish cheese, I decided to finish the first cemetery where two graves were still undiscovered. This time I had already not only downloaded the two photos, I had printed them off! Therefore, dressing carefully for the warm sunshine, checking the camera battery, and ensuring I would be back in time for the football, I set off. It was as I passed the market I realised I had left the pictures at home. Not only have I yet to find Mr Smoothy, my memory failing here, but later on I discovered a new man is also lying undiscovered by anyone somewhere in the other place!
Tonight, after ignoring all these mishaps, I spent a day with God and the football. All went well, nothing could possibly go wrong, and it was when I was removing the beans from the microwave, after several minutes of heating, the lid came off and the hot sauce went all over my hand. I now type with one hand grasping ice cubes, and the other keeping well away from the idiot. What else can go wrong I ask?
This song is appropriate I feel....
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