I’ve got messages on my mind this week. I’ve had a few mildly interesting ones. Bob is back at school and WhatsApp banter has been rolling in from him thick and fast. For example….
“No hot water this morning so had a shower as cold as a loch” Perhaps you will be thinking, “Poor thing, but no surprise there”. To me though this news was almost as unexpected as the US non-farm payrolls number and certainly not cause for sympathy. I may be exaggerating a little, but I can count on one hand the number of times he bathed over the Christmas holiday.
Next, I found a page left open on my computer at home and an email from Hen, who not so long ago turned 21, telling me to read it through to the end. Of course I did and, those of you with children in their twenties – there must be some of you - it’s an interesting and insightful website, though I still don’t really know what she is trying to tell me.
The other message she left me was less equivocal. OK so I admit I might have been about to succumb to an urge for chocolate when I went into the larder last night to eye up my cache of Cadbury’s mini-eggs which I told you about last week. I have added to it since then as I have worked out that you if you buy at least 45 litres of fuel it’s worth taking advantage of Shells January special offer and so it was that I had 4 packets of the poisonous little things hidden very carefully under the wicker cheese tray cover on the top shelf. You often ask me if my offspring know what I write about in this weekly missive. Well if you need proof then see the attached photograph. All that was left of my previously substantial egg collection…..one half empty packet and a note from Hen. “That’s what happens when you brag online suckerrr”
I sent a message myself today. A letter to my mate Seb Coe. If I’m honest with you I slightly bottled it when I met him over dinner in Tokyo and was only bold enough to ask him to guess what time Georgette Lenoir had run 800m to establish her world record in 1922. I had reason to write to him as I was sending him a DVD of his speech at our Tokyo Forum so I plucked up courage and told him I needed him to do some pace making for me next time we’re in Japan. Nuff said. I’ll let you know when I get a reply but reckon it’s as good as sorted.
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