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People knock Ian Amazon for not paying any tax, then using the saved money to go into space and then thanking all the people who work for him for making it possible for him to go into space. But people still use his website. If they didn’t he wouldn’t have any tax to dodge.
The problem is that it’s a very good website and after today I wouldn’t complain if Ian Amazon used his money to turn the moon into a massive statue of his face (actually it probably wouldn’t cost too much to do that as the differences are only cosmetic). I have been unable to buy Soleros at the supermarket, probably due to Brexit (or it being warm so everyone has bought them, but probably Brexit) but they were in supply on Amazon. I ordered 10 boxes at 8am (sure, someone likes Soleros, but I will be eating one a day, so that’s a month’s supply, unless my daughter eats them too, which she will, the Solero stealing monster - why did I have kids?) and they arrived at 2pm, delivered by a man with ice boxes so they were unmelted.
Admittedly this kind of thing - supplying people with ice cream- was how Hitler got to power (probably - I haven’t really read up on it) but if I can guarantee that I can get Soleros whenever I need them then I think financially supporting the new Hitler is a price worth paying. Maybe he’ll be nice this time.
I hadn’t had a Solero for a fortnight. No wonder my Solero diet has stalled.
Sadly my new plan might mean buying a dedicated Solero freezer. Unless Ian Solero wants to gift me a branded one (and a lifetime’s supply of Soleros) because I am his best customer.
Being away on holiday and then coming back dizzy has meant I haven’t had a chance to use the rowing machine for a while and I am sure all the vultures who were sure it was going to become a clothes rack were circling to peck at me. But I got back on the beast today (I have lost count of sessions now) and did a solid 30 minutes with the Fitness+ app.
Otherwise today was focused on the family (and Soleros). We walked up the hill to do some blackberrying in. The kids had their own pots as they wanted to collect berries to crush and use as fake blood, but Catie and I got enough to make a pie or a crumble (which we’ll hopefully do tomorrow).
After the Solero delivery, Catie took the dog to the vet to have her foot bandage changed (why my wife went to the vet to get her bandage changed, I will never know) so I was in solo charge of the Solero monsters and agreed that they could play with water balloons in the garden. And then make mud pies. And then coat themselves in mud.
It left things in a bit of a mess but I was keen to get rid of the evidence before my wife returned home and managed to carry my naked-but-for-muddy-soil into the bath and then managed to clean up most extraneous mud from the house. I am a fan of anarchy but it’s always hard to reel back in the anarchists once you’ve given them their freedom.
I stayed up to watch the tennis and felt confident throughout that the remarkable Emma Raducanu was going to win it. I was pretty sure that after winning the first point her opponent would never be in the lead again. And tweeted to that effect, stirring up superstitious people who think I have the power to alter events by affirming a point of view. To be fair there were two more times when Fernandez was technically winning by a point or two, but I wasn’t worried. If anything I blamed the people who thought I’d jinxed the match for jinking the match with their negativity.
It was an amazing battle and an incredible story and I wondered what odds you’d have got on a Raducanu win at the start of the tournament. And what odds would you have got at the start of 2021? If you ever get a chance to travel back in time that might be worth investigating.
