Tuesday, row or gym, gym, so its coffee and drugs when I get up and away to the gym. Bottle of water and up to the gym floor and a cross trainer. Its hard work today but I have my music in my ears again and I grind it out. 708 calories burned and 7.53 kilometres travelled. I thought about doing some weights machines but my body said emphatically “no!”. when my body speaks I generally listen these days. To my surprise the showers are hot so I indulge. It takes time to get back into my clothes, mainly because I now regularly use the hair dryer to dry my hair. I got sick of a wet pony tail and now brush my locks dry with the hair drier looking like some grey old horse shaking its mane. I like the bloke who is often in there at the same time as me as who just uses the hair drier to dry himself completely, the towel action being too much for him after his session. I guess there is a certain age where you do what you do regardless.
Post session I get in to the lounge and order coffee and a bacon and. egg roll. I settle down and read The Little Prince again in one sitting punctuated only by a second egg and bacon roll and additional coffee. It is a fascinating book and as a friend put it “tends to stay with you”. Having finished my reading I drive to the newly opened petrol station at my local cross roads. I fill with petrol for tomorrows drive to London. That all goes well but I also want to check my tyres. I spot the re-sited air supply. Its cashless. I press the start button on the machine and present my debit card. It rejects the transaction. It does this five fucking times. The last two watch by a guy who is also wanting to check his tyres. In the end I give up. So much for technology and the cashless crap we get forced into. I go home and have my afternoon nap before feeding the hedgehog. I clear the kitchen and then write the log as tonight we are going to see John Cooper Clarke.
So I prepare to go out and hope that tonight lives up to my fantasy. A friend calls after having been away and who is still battling long COVID. At the moment it seems to be rife. Another friend is currently recovering alongside her husband who also has it. It seems to be a battle all round at the moment. But right now I prepare to go and see a punk poet and of course the issue is to decide what to wear. Until tomorrow then when I have seen the opposition to the poetry coyote.
