It’s all click bait!

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

What uninteresting story can I write about? I still like reading newspapers so that means I can find something uninteresting if I look hard enough. But then my sense if humour kicks in amd I will see the silly side of the story.

Most online stuff seems to be click bait. Stuff that you click on and the article has nothing to do with the headline and you are dragged off to some advert about bitcoin.

So finding something was hard, but a clue to something came from my hubby. I asked him if he had seen anything interesting. He then proceeded to tell me about an article in his monthly magazine from Apedale light railway. He told me about a well tank. (a steam engine with a tank of water between the frame of it instead of outside like a saddle tank).

He said the engine was called Stanhope and it was found sunk in a swamp in Africa where it had slid off its rails. It was rescued and restored and brought back to the UK.

So the story is entirely uninteresting to me. I like steam trains, but the story does not enthrall me. But it interests hubby, so I guess the point is the old saying, one man’s meat is another man’s poison.

Watching cycing

There is a virtual festival of cycling on TV in the UK. The cycling is mainly taking place in Glasgow. The cycling games are on for 11 days till next weekend.

I have never seen so many ways to use bicycles as I have over the last couple of days. Road races, madison racing, time trials, track cycling. BMX freestyle, BMX racing, artistic cycling? then there is a type of football using bikes. I can’t believe how at versions of using cycles there are.

I am amazed at the skills on show and the fact that paracycling is included has added to the spectacle and has improved the understanding of the crowds and viewers of cyclists with physical and or mental disabilities. It’s a wonderful example of how sport can be integrated. Very cool.

Ice cream

List 30 things that make you happy.

1 icecream

2 chocolate icecream

3 strawberry ice cream

4 toffee icecream

5 mint choc chip icecream

6 lemon sorbet

7 raspberry sorbet,

8 Lime sorbet

9 Strawberry sorbet

10 choc ice

11 grape juice

12 blackcurrant juice

13 pancakes with sugar and lemon juice

14 omelette

15 beans on toast

16 decaff coffee

17 Sunday roast

18 library books

19 science fiction

20 ceramics

21 ornaments

22 paintings

23 curry

24 Chinese food

25 Greek honey

26 hummus

27 olives

28 salad

29 fish and chips

30 Birthday cards

Why list 30 things? What if none of them make me happy. I’ve just chosen mainly food because it’s easy to list. Not much effort needed, and it’s not disclosing much about me. I might like things on the list, it doesn’t mean I eat them all the time!

Hubbys idea of tea.

Crackers, cheese, butter, banana.

No vegetables, no other colours

No salad, tomatoes, cucumber, lettuce?

Not tempting, maybe tasty?

Cheese is salty, crackers are salty.

Not sure if I should eat the banana

Butter is salted.

I’m thirsty!

Give me time

I’ll try and teach him

Meanwhile? Yum?

Wandering

Wandering backwards and forwards on crutches to the bathroom and my armchair. I can’t help remembering when I was younger. We would set out on a cycle ride or a walk. We used to visit the North of Manchester, around the pennines. Into Wales and see spectacular mountains. Up to Yorkshire and around Ingleborough. Up steep slopes on our bikes then down one long winding valley that took us seven miles back down to our campsite (I was pleased with my map reading that day).

Being ill or injured is difficult. I can’t ignore it, but I guess I have to be a patient patient! But I want to do simple things like washing up. When I can support my weight I will, then cook, the eventually I will have to tidy up, hubby is trying, but he doesn’t quite get organisational ideas. Like putting shopping in the fridge safely! Or how to cook chicken when you have never done it in your life! Time heals I guess.

I wish I was out and about, that I could just stand at the sink and do the washing up. But I guess it’s less than five days since I pulled a ligament in my foot and about eight since the car door slammed into my other leg and cut a hole in it.

Joyful habit

Describe one habit that brings you joy.

Recently I’ve found myself singing in the shower. I don’t think I’m disturbing anyone as my hubby is deaf and the neighbours have moved out!

It’s lovely trying to sing one of the parts for a song our choir is performing. It means I can get the part right instead of struggling. It also means that I can learn the part off by heart and not have to ready from my songbook.

I also try and remember my favourite film tunes. Like Summertime, or Moon river or Singing in the rain. They are all old music, but they are lyrical and sweet. They give joy to my heart.

I think you get a different acoustic in a bathroom, you get an echo that can enhance your singing. That’s why I enjoy it.

A cup of tea

I asked hubby for a cup of tea, ten minutes ago. He put the kettle on then wandered off somewhere. I can’t make it myself as I’m walking around with crutches. My balance is a bit off and I’m still in pain so I’m struggling to support my weight on my foot, I’m getting better but the damage only happened four days ago.

I know it’s hard for him, his mental health isn’t good. I asked him to cook tea earlier. I had to tell him to read the instructions, he can’t hear me because he gets irritated by his hearing aids. When he’s in the kitchen and I’m in the living room, he says my voice sounds like “wah wah wah”. Then he accused me of “mansplaining”, I was just trying to help him. I know his anxiety is bad, how do I help without appearing to interfere?

I’ve just written this and still no sign of him!

Fat cat wore cat flap!

Late last night, as I was sleeping in my armchair, there was a curious clattering noise. I woke up to see my big cat walking into the living room with the door of the cat flap and the surrounding plastic bit stuck round his belly!

A few years ago I had to replace the flap and the bit around it because he had battered the original flap trying to get through it. It was before he was our cat and he used to sneak in and pinch the other cats food. The replacement is a bit small so it can fall out if it’s treated roughly.

It was very amusing seeing him wearing the door as a skirt! He was soaking wet from the rain. Looking like a black and white otter! I released him from his trap. He fell asleep on the chair next to me.