It has been a lovely summer's day. An English summer's day - warm, bright, sunny and temperate. Not an intensely hot Shawnee summer day in the high 90s, or even 103, which is the hottest I've known it.
I went to the gym/club to cancel my membership. I had what I think is called "buyer's remorse". My main criticism is the fact that there wasn't a low parapet round the edge of the pool so the water just flowed, or splashed, over on to the tiles surrounding it. How dangerous is that!! When people wash floors in public buildings they have to put signs up saying "Caution. Wet Floor".
When I was a hospital chaplain I saw so many elderly victims of falls it has made me pathologically nervous of falling myself. I won't go out in winter if there is even the merest trace of ice around. Anyway, when I explained my misgivings at the gym/club this morning they were fine about cancelling my membership. I hadn't even started paying because August was free, and my direct debit would have kicked in in September.
Then I went back to Summertown and had some more hair cut off, it's now shoulder length instead of half way down my back. So after all these exertions I had a pot of tea and a scone outside in the sunshine at a pavement café, and thought "how pleasant is this".
A word about the books I'm reading. They're all second hand from Amazon, 0.001p each, so presumably they make a profit on the postage, and at the moment are mostly about the Royal Family. It's interesting that a lot is made of the fact that Prince Harry is the spitting image of Diana's lover, James Hewitt, but I'd never heard it mentioned before that chunky Prince Andrew doesn't resemble his brothers and sister at all, and is in fact the spitting image of Lord Carnarvon, who I think was the Queen's racing manager. Who knew!!!
It is so nice out I might go along the road and sit in the garden or conservatory of Tim and Marie's hotel.
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