Gary Jones

OK, so I splashed out on a new toy. I’ve tried it at the lowest levels, and all seems easy enough so far. I’ll whack the difficulty up and see if it makes any difference over time.
I found I was getting out of breath even just running upstairs sometimes, while other times I can play my badminton with no effects until I flagged in the 3rd game. I hope with persistence, and some CV training while away (especially in the heat / humidity!) I can stop the breathlessness.

Update: See how I progressed with this.

Was awake at 7:30 even though I’d only got to sleep at about 3am. Still managed to doze on and off until about 10am when I heard movement downstairs. We had breakfast, a quick tidy up, then a quick game of Tiger Woods ‘08 before I left. Saz and Phil headed for B&Q while I decided to take an impromptu 2 hour detour from driving home by driving cross-country to North Lincs to see my Nan. I didn’t know if she’d be in, or if it would be convenient to “drop-in”, but meh, what the heck.

I also stopped off at Woolston, Warrington to see our old house; it’s been 20 years and 1 month since we moved out, and the area still looks quite nice :o) Couldn’t find the primary school though, though I did find and remember the bus shelter where I’m convinced someone was going to try and kidnap me as a child!

I left Nan’s at 6pm, but with traffic jams clogging up the M1 due to sheer weight of traffic (where did they all come from on a Sunday night?!, I didn’t get home until 23:00. By the time I’ve done the bits on the computer, got my stuff ready for this week, gone to bed and woken up again, I’ll have had about 4 hours sleep. Oh well, should make the badminton interesting…

We headed out at about 7pm and walked into town, aiming for the restaurants / bars area of Basingstoke. A quick wander through and we chose to go to Spur. Only problem was they were queueing to get in, so we chose Dexter’s instead. Good meal, although the drinks were a little expensive.

After the food came the drink, so we went to Lloyd’s bar and propped up the corner of said bar for most of the night. Atmosphere was good, drinks were cold and cheaper, views of the clientèle were nice (!) and rugby and football were on the TV - result! We left about 2am and stumbled home where I couldn’t get the key in to the door. When we got in, I made tea, Dad fell asleep on the sofa, then I went upstairs to be ill in the bathroom. I don’t recall having moved the bin by the side of the bed, or indeed putting a plastic bag in it in case of future illness, but I’m obviously well-trained, even in the drunken state.

Next thing I know, it’s morning and the phone’s ringing. My head doesn’t hurt as much as it should, but my tummy is far from happy, and is still not right even now. I think I might even still be a little drunk, hence the poor writing of this post. *hic* I’m not at the “I’m never drinking again” stage, but I am thinking that I hate hangovers!