Having just read through the last blogg, it appears to me that I have joined the ranks of the ‘Grumpy Old Men’. I came to this conclusion earlier in the week, after watching ‘Grumpy Old Women’ on the TV and finding myself agreeing with most of their grumps. However, I think I have taken this ‘grumpiness’ one step further as the following day I started to harbour thoughts that I couldn’t be blamed for such an attitude, as nowadays, young people don’t do things the right way, the way it should be done, the way it was once done, the way I would do it. Also, society loves to hear bad news, news where things have gone disastrously wrong, news about huge mistakes being made and no one being responsible. This coupled with TV programmes concerned with wrinkly people airing views on any topic they care to, because it irritates them and probably you as well, has made it socially acceptable to grump and do nothing about it. Well I am going to. I now refuse to watch any programme with the title ‘Grumpy’ in it, even if they include Meerkats! I now refuse to read any news article that contain the words Disaster, Nuclear, Afghanistan, Royal Bank of Scotland, Election, Sleaze, Ministers, Pirates, Salt, Floods, Global Warming or John Terry. To this end, yesterday I watched a film called ‘Hustle and Flow’, having read a synopsis of the plot on the internet, it epitomised everything that I hated about the film making industry. A slow degradation of the morality of our society to the effect that the lowest common denominator is the norm. So I watched it. Terence Howard’s character, Djay, is a drug dealer and a Pimp to 3 ‘Loose Ladies’, one of which was pregnant. He had the desire to be a Rap artist (I hate Rap music). All the un-niceties of life were treated in such a way as though this was the way things are and so acceptable. Absolutely everything about the plot would have been rejected by myself (in my grumpy days) as a definite no-no to watch and enjoy. However, Terence Howard is a fine actor and had me empathising with his character, the supporting cast were superb and I was held by the storyline until the end. The music was enlightening, as I found myself Rapping along with Djay and I now understand that the words in a Rap song are nut just inane drivel but carry a message about the way people live their lives. I am converted.
Sue is back to work and enjoying whizzing around again. She has missed the companionship that you can only get at work, and you can see that being busy is her Nirvana. Being a teacher ensures a day full of variety and unfortunately a lot of paperwork. But, a supply teacher’s day is only full of variety and companionship. She and Sarah went last night to see Darwin at the Film Club on Friday and by all accounts it was very good. Sue worked 3 days last week and is booked for 3 more this coming week.
This week Sarah had a day off school while the sixth form had interviews for ‘Target Setting’. Today, she went walking with the Air Cadets, the weather was cool, but ideal for walking. She does enjoy getting involved with such activities.
Jamie has been getting himself up for work and appears to be enjoying himself driving a fork lift truck around the works. This week I bought one of those electronic air-fresheners and placed it by the back door. When it senses you entering, you get a squirt of Freesia. It frightened Jamie when it first went off, I think the noise it makes sounded like a ghost to him. The upside is that the house smells so much nicer now, when he gets in from work. How he explains to his friends why he now smells of Freesia all the time, is a subject we don’t go near.
I have been getting muddy each morning, cycling around the countryside, frightening rabbits and pigeons. I came to a sludgy halt in the middle of a field on Wednesday, the wheels were locked with gooey mud and wouldn’t turn. I had to drag the bike to the hedge and clean it up, only for it to happen again two fields further on. I only just managed to get the bike to the nearby canal tow-path before my energy and strength gave out. Luckily, due to the drizzle, no-one witnessed my embarrassment. On Saturday I went to Worcester to watch Harborough 1st Team lose narrowly to Worcester Wanderers. Afterwards, we watched Worcester Warriors against London Irish and then retired to the bar to watch England against Wales. For anyone remotely interested in Rugby, that is an ideal way to spend a Saturday (if you can’t play anymore).
The Newarks seem to be fine as I haven’t heard directly from them this week. Sue is planning to go up and see Charlotte a week on Monday (if not working).
Nan is still nice and warm. Though she did have to bay over £100 for a new battery charger for her batmobile last week as it wasn’t charging up properly. That does seem rather extortionate to me. You do have to be careful when you get old. Not looking forward to it!