Calm in the head, but rather windy for much of today’s walk. Restricted time available since Matt and Yaya were due down here sometime in the late afternoon, and would presumably need picking up. So not a dash today but a calm controlled 14 miles, actually in slightly longer time than I used to walk a mile further yesterday.
Nice to see or bump into a number of people from work, bizarrely. I often can walk twenty or more miles locally without seeing anyone I know, though many then claim to have seen me (genuine claims, I’m sure). I do get the odd honk here and there and I got one from a car plastered with Southampton stickers and paraphernalia. I think I know who that was, the honk was a pleasant nature, and I waved back pleasantly, resisting a mutter that they might not be so happy and honky tomorrow. For a while today it seemed that wherever I turned there was some familiar face, as if the world was watching over me.
Only minor irritation today was at the coffee break when I hunted down the newspaper rack, only to find just The Echo – the local Southampton paper – with a “Come on You Saints” headline. No way was I going to read that rag but I then noticed that a number of the papers were on one single table occupied by one elderly woman. I wandered over, smiled and asked whether she had finished with any of them. Apparently she hadn’t and there were a couple of her friends who were ordering the coffees and would be coming over once the order was ready. I muttered and grumbled something under my breath, in a style that surely would have casting agents from SS-GB drooling at my vocal style.
Am I the only one to find SS-GB really disappointing? [I know I’m not, by the way] For a subject area and premise that sounded so promising, so interesting, so alluring, it was so so disappointing. I won’t be tuning in to the second episode, since the first not only fell well short of expectations as a plot, it also made my feel my age as I considered a doctor’s appointment to test my suspected hearing loss, given so many mumbles and mutters.
Eventually, another man (who had obviously seen or heard our exchange) came over. Was he that casting agent? Could I have that big opportunity to give up the office job? No, but he did arrive with a newspaper for me to read. A nice thought, disproportionately thoughtful for someone furnishing me with an opportunity to partake in The Daily Mail. I smiled thankfully and then managed two minutes before feeling my blood pressure rise only slightly. It was time to get back on the road……..
I was soon laughing to myself at the absurdity of the whole thing, something akin to a short sketch in a second class sitcom. I timed my arrival home perfectly for half-time in the Pompey match before showering, dressing and then hearing Pompey score thrice in a fantastic second half show at promotion rivals Carlisle. That really did make my day.