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Come on Daily Express. Now you've read it out loud, you hear it right?
Turn to page 9 for murder and page 3 for mourning. But puzzles! At least there are puzzles! Why don't the petrol stations give away some puzzles?
My old body can't really cope with the late night of a gig followed by the 6.30am waking up time (though I managed to stay in bed til after 7am today) so it seemed sensible that I forwent any attempt at work and took my turn at looking after the kids whilst my wife headed into town for her own podcast show. Tuesday is a bit of a crazy day as both the kids have swimming lessons in the same swimming pool (a good few miles away) but at different times, so I had a bit of a Groundhog Day where I went to pick Ernie up from nursery (is there anything cuter than a line of 3 year olds snaking their way out of school? They just about understand how lines work, but every now and again one of them forgets and veers off to do their own thing or stops still and the others behind follow suit) drive him to the pool, watch him attempting to swim (doing pretty well) then drive him home. Then after an hour, go to school, pick up Phoebe and do the whole same thing again, but this time with Ernie in tow. You'd think we could organise it so they went at the same time, but you'd be VERY wrong. Believe me, we tried. And I was burning up actual precious diesel doing this as Catie had taken the electric car.
By the time we were home again I had to make dinner (well put a fish pie that my wife had made in the oven, but it still counts) and then wash the chlorine off my children and get them to bed. And here was me thinking that them being back at school would lead to an easy life.
Like I say, I wouldn't have worked today anyway - I didn't even use the time the kids were in the pool to write a blog or a podcast blurb. And it was lovely to spend this time with the kids, or would have been if I wasn't constantly thinking of the next place I had to be, wishing I could go back to bed, or better be dead.
The controversial European League of Self-Playing Snooker came to its end tonight. It had seemed that the result was a bit of a foregone conclusion, but this tournament stayed edge-of-your-seat thrilling until the very last shot. I had hoped Ian Durex would turn up with his two one million pound cheques, but since I met him in the pub and he promised me the cash, he has gone very quiet. It puts the whole future of the league into question. But if you want to find out who won then listen to the podcast or (if you want to have any idea of what's happening) watch it on YouTube on Wednesday (or any time afterwards).
We will be back to normal Me1 vs Me2 snooker from next week. The tournaments have a very lock down feel, but thanks to those of you who shared in these experiences and to all the Mes who I had no idea were in there until Covid struck.
To be fair a lot of my ideas feel like lockdown ideas, but hardly any of them were conceived in lockdown.
