Outside it's hammering down with rain which has scuppered our plans to take the bus to Stiffkey.
The plan was to have a look round the church and the surrounding estates and then get the bus back to Cley to have a picnic lunch. But the weather has ruined that idea.
There has already been one success to the day. I did Wordle in two. The other threequarters accused me of cheating by watching her efforts. She is quite wrong. I actually got the answer on my own merits and the word was think which I pretty much started this blog with.
We got back from Holt on Friday night to catch most of England's lack lustre 2-0 win over the mighty Malta who are ranked 171st or something like that. Neither side had an effort on target in the first half which is appalling. England did take the lead but it was from an own goal which technically doesn't count as a shot on target. It never ceases to amaze me how two teams can play for 45 minutes and not have a shot on target.
The crowd got so bored with it that they started making paper planes. It's a lot of money to pay to make paper planes. It's a lot of money to pay to watch two sides huff and puff.
Meanwhile Everton have been deducted 10 points because of financial irregularities. I don't pretend to understand this and I don't really want to. Chelsea and Manchester City are also in hot water. Why don't they just ban football and decide who wins what off the field as the whole thing is becoming a farce and dominated by rules and regulations.
But enough about football. What should we talk about next?
Diary writing. What's it all about? I have mentioned my diary before but probably never analysed properly why I write one and that's probably because I've never analysed before just why I do write one and why I've purchased an enormous double sized one for next year. So here goes.
Writing a diary is in the first instance therapeutic on two levels. It maintains the good and helps to rationalise and even water down the bad. Let me explain.
A daily entry gives the chance to reflect on what has happened that day as you revisit it by writing about it. Thus if it was a good day full of good things it almost gives you the chance to relive those things again and to think about them for a while with a smile on your face and a gaiety in your pen or on the keyboard. The other side of the coin is a bad day. I'm lucky as I don't have many of those. I tend to have good days, average days and not quite so good days, although there have been a few bad ones over the years that have been wretched eg the loss of loved ones. But if you do have a bad day or you are angry about something, it helps to put it down on paper. It often helps to get a load off your chest even if you are unloading your thoughts to a piece of paper.
There have been things happening in my life that have made me incredibly angry. They are all down in my diary. Of course if you read them it only gives my side of the story and there's always two sides to any coin.
Writing about them helped me at the time but now I never read them because they were a different me and I hope a me that has been superceded by a better me. I don't want to relive some of those days but they are all there if I change my mind.
Of course writing a diary gives you the opportunity to reflect on things and remember what you did and when. I would urge everyone to write a diary even if it's in note form and just a couple of sentences. It helps you to put your life in perspective and, in my case, it helps with my autobiography which I hope to launch on an unsuspecting world sometime next year!
I know a lot of people enjoy my bitty blogs that ramble all over the place. That way they don't get bored as there's something for everyone or maybe that should be nothing for everyone depending on which way you look at it.
So what do I have on next week and what delights might I be talking to you about? Well Monday is out and about with Cousin Belinda. We are certainly due a catch up and it might feature a brunch or something similar. Then in the evening it's a meeting of Hethersett Parish Council. I am no longer on the council although loads of people think I still am and start haranguing me about roadworks etc. I always politely tell them that nowadays I go to council meetings to cover them for my e magazine.
It's been a tough time for the council. So far this year we have had an election where numerous long standing councillors didn't stand for re-election. We have had three different chairmen in a handful of months and are about to have our third clerk of the year. Now it is my understanding that a councillor has resigned after less than a month of being in post. This is all something that needs to be bottomed out.
On Tuesday we have our forget me not club so plenty of jumping and lumping furniture around. I have my regular eye test. Then it's time to put the Good News to bed and also finish off Hethersett Herald. On Thursday I'm hoping to play tennis for the first time in many weeks to see if my heel injury will allow me to play or not. There are many other things for me to do but I don't want to bore you further.
I see that yesterday the three way lights on Mill Road in Hethersett all got stuck on red. I suspect that leaving drivers to their own devices probably works better in a village than having traffic lights.
Many drivers are rude but most are courteous. To get where we stay in North Norfolk necessitates a drive down a road about a mile long where stretches are difficult for two cars to pass. I find by pulling into parking spaces it's not a problem and drivers assess where the closest place is and pull in if necessary. I would say I get flashed through more times than I actually give way.
So that's the end of today's blog and I told you I had nothing to write about