We were in the gym yesterday afternoon; Husband has said he will not go with me again.
On the treadmill I was plugged into the game between Scotland and Australia, and you know what it's like when you have headphones on: you forget there is another world outside your head. I knew I squeaked a few times, either with excitement or disbelief, but I didn't realise I was talking to myself - out loud - as well.
Husband wasn't close enough to hear what I was saying, which is a shame as I would have been interested.
I won't talk any more about rugby except to say that it's more important for Wales to peak next autumn, when the World Cup is on. That's what really counts, not friendly internationals where the score isn't important.
I can say that now some time has elapsed. Last night I was supposed to be cooking a Cambodian noodle dish but English husband and I were both in need of comfort food so we had bread and cheese instead.
Still on a sporting theme though, head-teachers in Swansea have axed inter-school sports matches. There is a fear that parents who volunteer to drive children to matches may not have the necessary insurance, or they may have criminal records. I am speechless.
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I bought some glasses yesterday. Off the peg glasses from a supermarket. I am a bit concerned about it. Should you buy glasses from anyone other than a qualified opto-whatever-it-is? Do you risk damaging your eyesight?
Or is it like when you took the children to have their feet measured for shoes? A clever electronic device says your child is size 2C; size 2C shoes don't fit. 'Try 1E; they might be better,' the assistant says.
But these glasses are only for the toilet; I don't think Garfield and Snoopy will do much harm to my eyes.
P.S. I haven't forgotten that I've been tagged and will respond soon!