I have just returned from my weekly exercise class and I am exhausted, as always, so I know if I sit down to watch the antiques programme we always watch over our tea (boiled eggs tonight), I shall not get round to posting a blog today. And that would never do. I know it is doing me good to have an hour's strenuous exercise (strenuous for me that is) and our tutor really does put us through it, I never feel like going and I always come home feeling better for it.
Then tonight there is one of our favourite programmes on the television when Michael Portillo journeys by rail down the spine of Italy. We watch his programme every week and once we see past his coloured jackets (pink, yellow, aquamarine to name but three) we love the snippets of information, the people he meets, the countryside zipping past the train window - what is there not to like? And yet the Times critic (in this case I think it was Andrew Billen) absolutely slaughtered the programme last week, talking of him behaving like a peacock strutting up and down the train. He gave the programme only two out of five stars. As friend W and I agreed on our way home from the exercise class, sometimes these television 'critics' seem to have watched an entirely different programme from the one we watched.
I had a lovely surprise in the post today when Siri, daughter of Margaret of Thousand Flower on my side bar, sent me the most beautiful card with a hare on it (I collect hares - pictures, statuettes, cars - anything with a hare on it) and one I have not had before. So thank you Thousand Flower - it is most appreciated.