only to crush them a minute later.
Yesterday he said, 'Toulon play Saracens in the Heineken Cup Final at the Millennium Stadium tomorrow. We could go and watch Johnny Wilkinson's penultimate game.'
'Oh, yes, Johnny Wilkinson mmmm.'
'Or I could pay £10 and get a day pass for Sky and watch it on there.'
'Oh no, not as much fun.'
'But look! I could watch Derby (he's a Derby boy) versus QPR in the play-offs too! That's me settled for tomorrow afternoon then.'
So near, Johnny, yet so far.
He's currently watching the football. At 70 minutes it's 0-0 and a boring game. I only managed to watch it for about 5 minutes: I really can't see the attraction.
I should be practising my talk for prison tomorrow morning but I took it on the walk with me and it's now a soggy mash. I should know better than to challenge a rain cloud. 'Huh, is that the best you can do?'
It wasn't. I was soaked through to my knickers.
And I have come to the conclusion that I have dataload. I can only remember so much. The bits I can remember I remember well; the rest of it, hm, well, I have my notes. At least I will have when I print them out again.I need a usb stick on which I can store information that I only need now and again.
There is so much that I don't know. I suddenly wondered why we say, 'look right, look left and then look right again.'
'Why do we say look right again but then not look left again?' I asked Husband. 'I mean I realise you would never get across the road as you'd have to keep looking each way but why just look right for a second time?'
'Because that's the side that traffic is closest to you. You can look left again when you get to the middle of the road.'
'Well, good heavens, I never knew that. I am so stupid.'
'You're not stupid; you're clever. It's just that you're only clever when you're interested in something.'
Hmm, it's a good theory but I'm not entirely convinced.