Each morning I read through the blog that has just been published to make sure there are no glaring eras (that's a deliberate mistake by the way - just my sense of humour).
After I have read through the blog I have a go at the daily Wordle puzzle for which I have a 97 per cent success rate over quite some time.
On Wednesday I mentioned staying in bed under the DUVET. Duvet just happened to be the Wordle word of the day. Despite just having read it in the blog, it still took me five goes to get it in Wordle.
For those not conversant with Wordle, it's a word game where you have to get a five letter word in six or less goes. After each go you are told whether you have any letters in their correct position or any letters correct but in the wrong position.
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Very occasionally a television programme leaves me gasping. Regular readers will know of my hatred of reality programmes which often feature talentless people who are just there because they look good or come from Essex.
But occasionally there is a reality type of show that does leave you speechless and such it was with Channel Four's Piano.
It's all based around the playing of pianos that pop up in public places such as railway stations and which can be played by anyone.
I have stood and listened to people playing in St Pancras Railway Station and some of them are just amazing. Cue the show which has Claudia Winkleman, who does seem to be a genuinely nice person, introducing people who then play the pianos. Unbeknown to them they are being watched and listened to by classical pianist Lang Lang and top entertainer Mika who are organising a concert for the best players at the Royal Festival Hall in London.
At each of the venues, and so far I have seen St Pancras and Leeds, one player is picked to perform in the concert while the others are invited along as VIP guests. The playing has been phenomenal. There are youngsters under the age of 16, self taught who can play with stunning ease.
Some of them have been playing a lifetime like the man in his 90s, whilst others took up the piano during lockdown and suddenly find they have talent. The interesting thing for me is that only one so far has used written music. All the others have played by ear - something I have never been able to do. I always remember reading that Paul McCartney can't read music.
At Leeds there was a severely handicapped young girl and I do mean severely handicapped. She was blind and had many other conditions that prevented her having a conversation. But somehow she can play the piano and boy could she play it.
I won't spoil it for you by saying which of the players are being featured in the concert but do give the programme a look on catch up or whatever and it will help to bring back a tiny amount of faith in human nature after all the current nonsense surrounding Boris Johnson et al. And I'm not even going to go there.
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On a rare evening of watching television I also saw the ITV programme which features two celebrities in search of their DNA stories.
To me this programme is a pale copy of BBC's Who Do You Think You Are?
Who Do You Think You Are seems to be much more professional and much less gimmicky. The DNA pairing for Tuesday's programme was actors Neil Morrissey and Adrian Dunbar. Whilst Morrissey seemed to be enjoying finding out about his ancestors, Dunbar seemed to be slightly embarrassed about the whole thing and, at times, rather uninterested.
Most of the programme was set in Ireland but initially it went to Norfolk where Dunbar found he had ancestors in Great Yarmouth and Norwich, one of whom was involved in the world of illegal gambling where the only place you could gamble legally was on a race track. Now you can gamble at the touch of a computer key.
It didn't really fully develop the Norfolk connection. We were told the ancestor had a cigar shop in Norwich but they didn't visit it which would have been interesting. The whole thing seemed to be rather false and contrived.
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Strange dream. I'm in a singing group and we are appearing in supermarkets. Suddenly the remainder of the group stop talking to me. I ask the group leader why this is and she says it's because I'm too old. Than I woke up.
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Thanks to all the lovely people of the RiNG who listened to me rabbiting on yesterday afternoon. Glad everyone seemed to enjoy my talk. I'm rather pleased that I managed to do it without notes and didn't get tongue tied.