Cooler

Thankfully it's been a bit cooler today. Mr G and I went to bed last night (don't worry - I'll keep it clean) and we lamented our choice of bedding. You know the teddy bear fleece bedding? It's lush, really it is. 

In winter. 

We kicked the duvet to the foot of the bed, and I muttered that I would love a cold, silky pillowcase underneath my head. Mr G agreed. He didn't take the hint and I was too tired to move myself. Both of us in a pastry coma, bless us. 

We have been better today. Would have been grand only we ate a Magnum each with our daily installment of 'My Dad Wrote a Porno'. But still, much, much better. Yogurt and berries for breakfast, bacon and mushroom risotto for lunch, and bacon chop, egg, new potatoes, mushrooms and beans for tea. 

Not too great on the speed foods today, but plenty of free food, and although I have gone over my syns slightly, it's been nowhere near what I've been doing of late. Baby steps. 

Mr G's boss has recalled them all back to work from next week. He has another week of twelve hour shifts while a rota is worked out for them. The staff are all being paired up on shifts so they are not working with different people constantly, which would have happened working four on four off. It's likely that he will have to take a cut in hours and work three days until things go back to normal. 

I have been really annoyed today at the pictures I've seen in the news of Bournemouth beach. I love Bournemouth, I have had lovely holidays there and I've always wanted to go back. To see that beautiful beach left like a rubbish dump - tell me, what's wrong with people? And it's collective. People. That wasn't one or two idiots leaving rubbish on a beach - idiots who shouldn't have been there packed like sardines in the first place (the virus remains, knobheads!). That was hundreds upon hundreds of people leaving their trash, on a beach, to be washed into the sea. People make me so effing angry sometimes, it's no wonder I'm not a people person. I just can't... I just can't? If we take food or drink to a beach, at best it's in a coolbox, at worst it's in a carrier bag. And any rubbish gets put back in the box, or picnic hamper or carrier bag, and we take it home and throw it away/recycle it. Although really, if you're going to be that thick that you're going to go to a beach in the middle of a pandemic, then should I really be surprised that they're of the mentality that they're going to litter? Some people want lining up against a wall and showering with sh*te. Fuming. 

Happy to hear the news that Super League returns on the 2nd of August and keeping my fingers crossed that League One gets a restart too. Although, if all matches are being played behind closed doors, it's probably not financially viable for clubs such as Crusaders. If players need paying and there's no money coming through the gates, what do you do? I really miss it though, missing all our friends, I was so looking forward to this season, had a really good feeling about it. I haven't even had this season's shirt yet :-( 

Another riveting weekend ahead of us. No, I lie. It's going to be a lot of cooking and cleaning and very little else. Pulled pork tomorrow, which has become a regular favourite. Stick it in the oven on low all day, sorted. Nice easy tea, fresh bread rolls, stuffing, apple sauce.