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We're having a housewarming party tomorrow (Saturday 20th) and as loyal readers to the blog, you're ALL invited. Sorry it's a bit late notice, but RSVP if you can come. Admittedly we've lived in this house for almost exactly a year, so the house has arguably been warmed, but as you know we've only just started putting pictures up and we couldn't let people know how we lived until now.
I maybe over did it on the exercise front today, playing two sets of tennis after dropping the kids off and then having a quite intense personal training session in the afternoon. Did my grandparents go the gym when they were in their late 50s. No! They just sat in their armchairs and waited for death. Foolish of them really, because they had at least 20 years left and in one case well over 40. Must have been quite dull in that armchair for all that time. They didn't even have the internet. Imagine how long they'd have lived if they has gone to the gym instead.
Of course they didn't need to go to the gym, because a) the idea of someone who was 58 giving a fuck what they looked like would have been ridiculous - just be glad you're still alive you pillock and b) their lifestyles were more active and they didn't gorge on junk food and sweets all their adult lives. I am not saying what they ate was very nice or even particularly healthy (anyone who has seen me make a Bella's Pudding can attest to that), but wartime shortages and rationing and no mass marketing meant they didn't eat chocolate like they were Augustus Gloop in an all-you-can-eat sweet shop.
As I've mentioned a few times my grandad almost had a heart attack when he offered to buy a round of teas at a service station and it cost him 50p, so I am glad (and delighted) that he is dead and unable to see his reaction to the incomprehensible life I am leading. "You're paying £70 a month to go to a gym to try and make a dent in the damage you've done eating £25 of Soleros a month?" We really are the worst generation of humans that have ever lived. Thank goodness we will destroy the world in the next decade so the history books will never tell of our utter stupidity.
Anyway hopefully all this exercise will allow me to live long enough to witness the end of human civilisation (I have a feeling the time frame is getting ever smaller, so maybe I'll regret not stuffing my face with Giant Chocolate Buttons when it turns out to be next February) and I got through both my work out sessions with plenty of energy to spare, though was knackered by bedtime. And bedtime was about 8.30.
RHLSTP Book Club with Olaf Falafel is up today. I try out a new co-host or may very well replace me one day and who does a better job on day one than I've managed in 18 years of podcasting, Ernie Herring.
The joke book is terrific - don't trust me on that, trust Ernie -
Buy it here. 
