I’m waiting for the train website to process my ticket order. I suspect it isn’t going to happen tonight and I’ll have to do it again tomorrow afternoon – very little chance that I’ll do it in the morning. I’ve got to leave here by 8.30, which isn’t what I’ve been used to recently.
The tickets aren’t for me, the Sage is going to London in a couple of weeks to sort out a few odd jobs in the flat, and also evaluate the getting out of the washing machine. It’s on the first floor, the stairs have a bend and the passageway is very narrow at one point. Weeza, who used to live there, frankly doubts that it will come out. I didn’t see it going in, but it must have, unless the builders got it in through the window … surely not. Anyway, after more than 11 years without so much as a service, it’s done well. Of course, then there will be the getting in of a new one…
The website, which moved quickly through the booking form, isn’t going through to process the order. I’ll give it until I’ve finished this post.
I cycled in to the school this afternoon, and was not surprised, though quite shocked, by my unfitness. It’s only a couple of miles each way, but I really struggled on the hill. Thinking about it, I went on holiday in early November, only cycled into town once or twice on my return, then the bad weather started and I am fairly sure I haven’t done it since. It was colder than it seemed when I left, I was wearing a hat but my ears were bare and when I returned home, I had various whistles and bells in there for a while. Not sure if I can face it both tomorrow and the next day, and yet I’m going to have to get myself cycling again, because I don’t want to use the car and I do want to be a bit more active. Not that I enjoy it. I don’t get any pleasure from exercise, as such. Phil, my son-in-law, cycles 23 miles every day as part of his journey to and from work – sometimes, on a Friday afternoon, he cycles all the way home instead of taking the train, which adds about another 15 miles. He loves it. He also loves not having to watch what he eats – he reckons that 100 miles a week is enough to keep him trim. I’d be satisfied to get up to 20 again.
The aconites are in flower, by the way, I meant to mention it before. It’s silly to think that winter is nearly over when it isn’t even February yet, but it’s hard not to, in view of the snow we had last month.I didn’t get around to sending in a seed order with the gardening club, so I must get on and do it soon. I’m not sure what to grow this year, now I don’t have to grow for the shop. It’ll be smaller amounts, but I can grow a wider variety of things if I want to – I’d simplified it way down. On the other hand, I might give myself an easy year and grow mostly potatoes!