A day in the life

It could have been a scene from centuries gone by. Upon a couch, the lady reposed, embroidering a banner, while beside her sat her goodman, Knight Pellinor, repairing his tarnished armour. No sound there was in the background save the soft snoring of a domestic cat, curled upon a cushion close beside the patio window fire. Quiet conversation happened of a domestic nature, such as the difference between baking and roasting, which the wise sage yclept The Internet confidently resolved in about a dozen different ways. Then Pellinor did lay down his armour and don tabard and breeches and go abroad to indulge in some ritual dance, and the lady did wrestle awhile with the serpent of temptation, before succumbing to the siren call of chocolate ice cream.

Earlier, after Pellinor had finished buying 600 pies, we went for walk, from Freshwater Bay to the Needles Battery and back again, by way of Tennyson Down. (I've got today off work in return for working last Saturday. Although last week's one day weekend wasn't so nice, it's been lovely to have today off, knowing that another weekend is starting tomorrow.) When we arrived at the Battery, we showed our National Trust cards, and got the usual speil about whether we'd been before, whether we wanted a guide book etc. "We're only here for a cup of tea," Pellinor said loudly. "Um, yes," I had to admit, "but I had intended to pretend that we were here for the history and culture."

Well, back to my banners.

Wii Fit

I decided to take a break from sewing and renew my acquaintance with Wii Fit. (It was sarcastic at me. "It's been 153 days since your last session," it said. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten your name. Hello, Precious." (And, yes, my cats do have Wii Fit profiles. I'm sorry!))

Anyway, it struck me once again how strange are some of the things the "trainer" says. "As you do this exercise," he says, "imagine your upper and lower body separating." Um... No, thank you. I'd rather not. At various other points, he tells me to "imagine my ideal body" while exercising. I'm afraid I don't really have a clear image of what an ideal body would look like (and if I did, it would probably be male and clad in a baggy white shirt and swashbuckling trousers), so I like to imagine that I'm a maritime explorer, and I imagine a lovely placid body of water, or else that I'm a detective, facing a nice neat dead body with "The Butler did it" taped to its brow.