I was so blessed this morning. I played tennis in the gorgeous sunshine (though a bit low, if we’re being picky, a bit ‘horizontal’ and in-yer-eyes) and as we were putting our racquets away, the rains started. We were blessed.

However, I’m a bit ‘off’ today. Woke up feeling a bit fragile, a touch shaky, a bit… nyeh. Never mind, on me bike, off to tai chi. Where I had ‘conceptualisation issues’ with putting spatial movements into how I’d thought them. Which is a bit of a problem when you’re trying to defend yourself from a jihadi with a knife. Even though he looked like me mate Mike holding a stick. My movements were somewhat uncoordinated. I was, in a word I rescued from 1972 and mention for historical value only: a bit of a spaz. Which translates into 2023 (bollocks-)speak, as ‘having a minor spatial disability probably relating to mental health’. But it was only (I hope) only temporary.

So I went and played my tennis, perfectly between the rainstorms, and found my coordination way below par too. Odd. I’m only 2 weeks older than last time I played but seemed 15 years older in performance.

I attribute this to last night. We went out for dinner. With Me Mate Dave. A different Me Mate Dave because we all have at least 5. And we went to MMD’s girlfriend and ate the most amazing meal ever. Literally. It was a Japanese meal of the most outstanding quality and content. Spectacular. Just before eating, as we sat, in Japanese style, around a central bar with the cooking and preparation done before our very eyes, I was going to make accusations of CULTURAL APPROPRIATION!!!, but realised she is in fact Japanese, so I’d need something else to upset my very delicate PC-meter. But then I started eating. And really, just carried on eating as our gorgeous cook just kept putting wonderful things in front of us and made, right before our eyes, the best sushimi I’ve ever eaten, and more, and more, and all manner of amazing and amazing-looking things to feast upon.

But that wasn’t the cause of today’s malaise. That was down to Me Mate Dave. Who purposefully and with malice aforethought, continuously and calculatedly, kept filling my glass. With Spritzers, then saki, then more saki, then a bit more, followed by shots of all manner of wonderful Japanese spirits, which he appropriated in non-cultural way from his partner and poured into my glass. All of which combined to remove this morning’s ability to perform hand-eye related movements. Which is pretty much all of them. He has a lot to answer for.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx