I write this this morning in rather a state! The main reason for this is that, having followed everyone who felt they had a right to give me advice, I yesterday trundled off to receive my Flu Jab. The lovely lady who administered it got off to a flying start when she asked me to relax my arm and let it go floppy and when I did she said “gosh you have a very muscly arm!”. I blushed and tried to give her my very best James Bond smile before her colleague started giggling and I realised she clearly said that to all the boys! Anyway as I left she said it might make me feel a bit off colour for a couple of days. Jeepers! I could barely get my head off the pillow this morning and the golf and cricket practice I have promised the loons is beginning to look Everest-like in proportions, but as Bertie was very quick to point out “a promise is a promise!”.
The other reason for my mental pain and weariness this morning is that much to my utter shock and horror I returned to the homestead last night ready to prepare steak sandwiches for Film Night to be told there was no Film Night as it was week one of ‘Strictly Come Dancing’. The huge level of excitement was only matched by my despondency that between now and Christmas Saturday nights would just be me reduced to ranting at the television about “cheats who had clearly spent their entire youth being trained in dance” and “If that was a Charleston then I’m a Dutchman”. It has not started well as of the entire list of apparent ‘celebrities’ Mrs P and I only knew who three of them were and one of them we cannot abide!