- The campaign for the General Election has officially started in England this week. You could say election fever has gripped the nation, but it’s the sort of fever that makes you want to tuck up in bed with the covers over your head. The campaign so far (and I’m sure it will continue thus) seems to be a succession of party leaders sniping and making snide remarks about each other. No one in the country has a clue who will come out on top, and it certainly looks like it’s going to be another hung parliament. I’m just praying that the disgraceful UKIP don’t get a look-in on any coalition.
—————————————————————————————————————————- - Yesterday,I joined the gym. No, I didn’t think I would either, but apart from their beautiful pool being just soooo inviting, I’ve been feeling generally blobby and lacking in energy, which I put down to being just a teeny bit heavier than I was this time last year. I keep reminding myself that I’m carrying the equivalent of several bags of sugar around with me all the time, and that’s why I’m feeling tired.
I’m taking my first class today, Yogalates, which is the evil son of Yoga and Pilates. I’m a little nervous – will all the others be young and fit? Will it be a bit too punishing for me? Will I make an absolute berk of myself (I usually do…should be used to it by now)? I expect I’ll live through it either way, and I’m looking forward to a good swim and perhaps, a relaxing steam, afterwards.
——————————————————————————————————————————– - I’ve been trying to tidy up the garden, but it’s so bloomin’ windy, it blows my eyes to the back of my head every time I venture out. It’s been like this for days now. At the moment the sun is out and through the window it looks quite tempting, but having just got back from walking the dog, I know that that fierce wind bites right through to your bones. Nope, I’m just going to stay here in the warm and look through the window at all the new weeds popping up and thumbing their noses at me.
———————————————————————————————————————————- - Lunching with a friend tomorrow. We are ‘ladies wot lunch’. We don’t see each other often, but when we do we like to catch up over a glass of wine and some yummy food. This is one of the great pleasures of retirement! I can’t eat too much though, as I have my regular yoga class in the afternoon. This is another reason I would like to lose a couple of inches from my waist…a spare tyre does get in the way of a good deep forward bend a bit!
———————————————————————————————————————————- - Easter weekend is coming up. The weekend of chocolate. I remember when I was little, on Easter Sunday we used to get chocolate eggs in pretty boxes, or wrapped in fancy cellophane. Now all the eggs seem to come with some chocolate bar or other, in boxes that are basically, just a bit more garish advertising.
Of course these days chocolate is the only thing that springs to mind for many people when Easter is mentioned. We should however, spare a thought to it’s origins. Don’t get me wrong, I am not religious at all, and don’t believe in all that stuff, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little generous to those who do now and again. At the very least we should take the opportunity to remind ourselves that such barbarism as crucifixion should not be allowed to take place anywhere in the world here in the 21st Century. As I was, I am sure you will be shocked, though not surprised, when you hear that yes,some terrorists groups still find it acceptable retribution. You may guess who. Whoever wins that General Election, we must hope that, together with all the other world leaders, they intensify their efforts to stamp this out. Soon.
Rebooting 