Did I have a bad day yesterday? Yes, I did. However, I tend to ignore that side of things. I expect it, I’ve been brought up to ignore the bad bits and, most importantly, nobody wants to read a blog post crammed with bad stuff. I expect, in one way and another, everyone has more than enough negativity in their lives and, having coped with it, don’t need to read more about it.
So, in Holmesian style, having eliminated the negativity, whatever remains, no matter how small, is positive. I started the day with ideas for several poems and had several more as I went through the day. I had toast and marmalade twice and successfully hid my delinquency from Julia on her return home. And finally, I had a great hour in the afternoon researching Eric the Eel and reliving some of my Olympic memories, which, as you can guess, are not about winners.
I also spent some time reading up on Alf Tupper – “The Tough of the Track”. He was the runner of my youth, tough, uncompromising, fair and, unfortunately fictional. Despite this lack of actual flesh and blood he is till real to me, and his spirit lives on. In a world where private education still confers an advantage. Seven percent of the British population is privately educated, but over 30% of our Olympic medallists come from private schools.
I’m very tempted to tell you the story of how, against all odds, Number Two Son formed a rugby team from a bunch of misfits at his inner city state school before leading them to win the City Championship and reach the final of the County Cup, defeating several private schools on the way. But I won’t.
Congratulations to Number Two son! I agree, I would like to hear his story.
I’ve made a start. 🙂
Why not boast of Number Two son? We want you to
I’m working on it.
YES you can’t tease us with a great story and then leave us with negativity and despair.
It will take some work to polish it but I will do my best. 🙂
That’s very decent of you, young fellow.
🙂
That sounds like a good story. There is something very satisfying about creating (or even being part of) a functioning team in any circumstances, not just sport.
Yes, there is. Of all the teams I’ve been associatedd with this was the most fun – mainly because I didn’t have to do much apart from borrow shirts and turn up to cheer. 🙂
Sorry about the bad day! But, please, more about number two son’s winning rugby team.
I will search my memory and may chronicle the events if I can make them entertaining enough. 🙂
Please do! Great story.
I’m making notes now . . . 🙂