A certain Spo-fan who is a dear (and well over four feet) recently complimented me  I have never written a boring post.  I was of course flattered but slightly astounded.  It’s a fairly safe bet there lots of old entries dull as plainsong. I have a vague memory writing about the weather or perhaps it was something at work which received crickets. However, I never look back.  Back to the Spo-fan (who is not a bot) there is an evil urge to break his spirit viz. to write a boring post.  Here goes it…..

Yesterday did not start with the Royal Wedding in the Spo-house. Rather, we had a bit of a sleep in and off we went to Einstein Brothers as I had a coupon. We had a little extra to splurge on one of their new egg sandwiches and not pay a dime. How zany.

More expensive was our purchase of new cellphones. We have 10 or X or something I don’t remember quite which.  As usual we were assisted by an Apple salesman who looks like he is still in junior high school.  The new phone, flat and silver, is smaller than the 6+ I’ve had for the past four years.  Although petite it has the storage capacity of the Tardis.  There is a downside; in a rage at losing his beloved mate, the UE Boom box refuses to communicate with the new one and vice versa.  I have all the tunes in the world and no way to play them.

We went to the ballet last night which took place in the Botanical Gardens. We were in the front row. The male dancers’ costumes consisted of what looked like little white Speedos trimmed with Spo-shirt fabric. I was worried the lads would catch their deaths parading around out of doors in nothing but their skivvies but I needn’t have worried. They were huffing and puffing and sweating up a storm. Not one of them had an ounce of body fat; if you are into glabrous muscular dudes it was a quite the show.  Someone and I shared a bottle of wine. Between the booze and the allergy pills I nodded off a lot so I missed most of matter.

Today’s fabulous agenda consists of house chores and paperwork provided the allergy medicine doesn’t lay me low. I must remember to call Brother #4 whose birthday it is. He is 44yo. It is rawther depressing to think your youngest sibling is now in his mid-40s. He is having very bad back problems, which runs in the family. So far I am the only male who hasn’t slipped a disc. I attribute this to regular tea drinking and the occasional scotch which are the panacea of all ills.

Boring as hell all this is.

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