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My eighth row on my own machine today. It struck me that to make it £1 a go I am going to have to do another 842 half hour rows, which was a bit depressing. But on the other hand I have done eight rows that I wouldn't have otherwise done and I am really enjoying this as a work out, to I might be able to get it down to about £8 a row in a year or so, which isn't so bad. And if I stop using the machine then I can sell it. So it might work out OK.
My BMI is bang on 30 now, which still means I am technically obese, but another half kilo should make me merely overweight (at least first thing in the morning).
I finished the first draft of my new book today - I think there's a little bit more work in it, but I am pleased with what I've done and so I moved on to looking at the sitcom. The one scene I wrote a couple of months ago is all I've really got so far, but I re-read it today and it's a pretty strong start, I think and for the first time in ages I felt energised and positive about this. As it happened other stuff got in the way and I didn't get much further, but I think I will just plunge in without too much of a plan and see if I can created superlong and rough first drafts to work on.
It's the advice of John Swartzwelder which I have bluetacked to the wall above my desk nearly two months ago and have not acted upon. The problem is that I haven't really been sitting at my desk much, so I might have to have the mirror image of the quote tattooed on my face. Or I could just remember it. Maybe that's the best option.
I took Phoebe to the supermarket after school and got the lady at the checkout who either thinks I have loads of kids or is doubling down very heavily on a sarcastic comment made because she thought I had too full a trolley during lockdown. She mentioned that I only had one of my kids with me today and that might have been the time to tell her that I only had two kids, but I wimped out and so this social ballet will continue.
I've noticed on the last few supermarket visits that there have been a few items that have uncharacteristically sold out - it's mainly a well stocked supermarket and nothing like the panic buying of first lockdown (which I do not believe I was a part of whatever that check out lady thinks), but is the absence of asparagus a sign that Brexit is starting to impact? There were other things missing too. I just really wanted some asparagus to go with my breakfast protein. This is what I have become. But I would love to see the reaction of diehard leavers (25% of the UK wanted to leave the UK and love John Mclaine) if someone told them that Brexit had fucked up the asparagus supply. Sadly there were plenty of avocados because that would have been the perfect flashpoint for a massive middle-class tut.
More European superleague of self-playing snooker tonight and ITV arrogantly thought they could compete with me by putting France versus Switzerland up against us in direct competition. After last week's frames where I was so tired I could barely think, this time I was only mildly exhausted and the Mes produced two of the most exciting frames that I think we've ever had. It's shaping up to be quite a competition. You can catch up on youtube or via podcast on Tuesday,
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