In truth, my leg is little better since i began taking the drugs. Or should I say it is a little better, anyway. So, I have slept poorly all week, and so come Friday I left work at half one as I was shattered. I did some number crunching, replied to mails and I was spent.
I came home via the butchers, so got a joint of topside for Sunday, and a bag of pork scratchings, as why not? Does there have to be a reason? we have not had them for ages, and what can be wrong with pork fat deep fried until crispy, sounds all natural and healthy to me.
We had more pasta and aubergine for dinner, but were still a little hungry: I mentioned the pork scratchings and so we disptced those whilst listening to the News Quiz on Radio 4, as that's how we roll in this house.
We then sat down for our weekly fill of Monty in Gardners World, learning tips on how to get more insects into our garden. And then it was time to hit the wooden hill.
Saturday.
Tesco time. There never is a good time to go to Tesco, it's either busy or there are no till open; take your pick. We went at seven, got our stuff and were back indoors by eight to have breakfast of lovely bacon butties and more tea, before it was time to head out.
Head out to Dover, I dropped Jools off at the bus station and then drove to Priory to pick Will up as today was given over to train chasing. A railtour was heading down from London, around through Dover to Ashford, back to Dollands Moor and back to Ashford. If we were lucky we could see it four times, but as it was we had to settle for three.
After picking Will up, we went to collect Gary, and so our Jolly Boy's outing began at Shepherdswell where we should have got fine views up the line as it climbed out of Addisham. Much to my surprise we were not the only ones there, about a dozen others were there to see the doubled headed tour lead by two 73s pass through.
Right on time it crested the hill and coasted into the station as it caught a red light at the tunnel entrance. So we got a chance to wave at those in first class dining in the carriage that stopped nearest us. Eventually it got the road ahead clear, and so rumbled out. We rushed to the car to head to Westonhanger to see it pass two if not three ties. It did not matter if we missed the first pass as it would go by two more times.
In the end we did miss the fist time, and so joined the other photographers waiting. Not much really to report, other than we stood for about an hour waiting, the tour passed us twice, a track inspection train roared past, as did an engineer's train of empty track wagons, and finally the VSOE tour which was announced very late on friday roared by, and that was it: half twelve and time to head back home for lunch.
I dropped Gary back home, Will back at Priory and then home for cheese and biscuits washed down by a nice cod beer, then snooze on the sofa listening to the football League games on the radio. Jools woke me up to give me a huge bowl of fruit and cream, which was rather nice before my concentration was diverted by the football and cricket again. England 'retained' the Asheslast week, and so the 4th test began with England needing one more win to 'win' them. As it turns out, England did not play well and as I write this the Aussies are getting ready to resume on the 3rd day only 40 runs behind and with six wickets remaining.
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