Long Weekend

On Friday I took a trip to Witney in Oxfordshire to visit one of my sons, his wife, and my granddaughter.

After an uneventful journey there on two buses and a train, I arrived just after eleven. We went out in their car to Bourton On Water, which is a very picturesque village in Gloucestershire. We met up with Emily’s family, John and Susan, too.

We had a nice afternoon there, and afterwards headed to Burford Garden Centre, where we explored both the toy shop and the cafeteria that had a lot of lovely foodie goodies to buy and take home. I got a rather delicious pork pie, which survived the journey home, but didn’t last long once I got there!

Indie , who is growing up fast, was a little grumpy a few times, but I think she enjoyed the day too!

I left Witney around nine pm, and got home around midnight after the return bus/train/bus journey.

Saturday was a lazy day. I got up quite late, and spent some time getting a few things tidied up on the computer. The iOS flash drives turned up too, and I was able to back up the photographs on my phone – almost five thousand of them.

On Sunday, Kathy and I were meant to be attending the Remembrance service at St. Leonard’s Church in Heston, but we were running a bit late, and ended up going to the Cranford Memorial instead, to see the wreath laying there.

Afterwards, we walked to the local Starbucks, and enjoyed a coffee.

We walked home, and I decided to go and get a pint or two in The Queen’s Head, which is rare for me on a Sunday these days.

A tasty roast pork dinner is in order at home afterwards, and then it’s an early night for a 3.30am alarm all on Monday morning.

I Couldn’t Care Less

The title is the correct phrase when used to demote that you’re not bothered or interested in something.

It bugs me when I see I COULD care less instead.

Think about it for a moment. If you really do not care one bit about something then you really COULDN’T care less even if you wanted to.

If you COULD care less, then that means that you care at least somewhat doesn’t it?

So really I could care less if you couldn’t care less.

Have a good day now.

Sober October Will Soon Be Over!

I’ve actually not missed the booze that much.  As I have mentioned before, it’s been mostly on social occasions and not actually missing the booze itself. My coffee consumption has hit the roof though – upwards of six mugs a day!

I came home from an early shift this afternoon around three p.m. and I’m working my way through another pot, whereas I might well have had a glass of beer or wine.

It has been suggested to me that as I’ve quit for a month, I could quit forever. I guess I could, but I do enjoy good beer and wine, and I’d still enjoy it even if it was alcohol free – like with my food, I’m all about the taste.

Elvis JuiceChecking my calendar, and I’ve a day off on November 1, and I’m working late shift on the second, so I think I might indulge a little. Not going to go crazy though; for one thing I need to work the next day and for another I’m not wanting a hangover in any case.

I’ve got plenty of beer and wine in the house, and there’s always the option of the pub of course.

Ramblings and thoughts from a 50-something currently lurking in London