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10 November 2016 23:08


I watched another football (soccer) match on Friday evening. Eastleigh were playing Swindon in the FA cup. Both teams are minor league (one is more minor that the other) but for reasons that entirely escapes me, BBC2 decided that this match was important enough to clear its schedules for. Seeing as we have an affinity to one of those towns, we decided to watch the match (to CS3’s disappointment). Of course, had we been real aficionados of the game we would have got off our bums and taken the twenty minute walk to the football ground to watch it live.

“Did you spot that example of physical laws?” I asked CS3 after a goalkeeper was thrown into the back of the net after making a save by punching the ball out. She had done – and recognised it as being the law about action and reaction, which we think may be Newton’s third. We couldn’t remember what the first two are.

CS3 offered thoughtful insights into the game such as “I don’t think goals from penalties should count to a player’s goal tally because it is just a matter of luck” (I can see where she is coming from, but accept there is also a degree of skill is involved: a good striker Vs a poor goalkeeper is more likely to score than a poor striker Vs a good goalkeeper) and “the strikers get the glory for the goals, but really it is the defenders that do all the work” (I don’t know whether this is the case: I could name a few football players but would be hard pressed to say what position they play in).

Anyway, in the end neither team won and neither team lost so it goes to a replay, and I’m sure the TV revenue is good for both clubs.

Earlier in the day (a fortnightly lieu day) I'd had a successful shopping trip to Andover. I needed to visit the bank to sort out a problem. The staff were surprisingly helpful. I didn’t get the problem resolved, but I do know now what caused it and what I need to do about it. Then I visited one shop to but some clothes and three shops to buy groceries and a coffee shop to, er, have a coffee (and cake). All that and I was back at the car in little over 90 minutes.

The Ageds came down for the weekend. Well, I say "weekend" but they didn't arrive until late afternoon Saturday! We took them to a wind band concert on Saturday evening (this was the main reason for having invited them down) and the D-Day museum on Sunday.

The band concert was excellent – a varied programme, and some excellent playing. There were two soloists – one singing Nessun Dorma and one playing the xylophone. I often* wonder how a xylophonist manages to hit the right notes (in the right order), as the length of the hammers and size of the keys must bring in a high margin of error. It’s probably down to skill. That and practice.

*By often, I mean “whenever I see a xylophonist play” – which probably isn’t that often.

The D-Day museum is well worth visiting – I'd not been before. There is a long (34 panel) tapestry depicting the events, which was older than I thought (the tapestry, not the events), and the museum itself covered the build-up, preparations, and execution of the landings in an interesting and informative way. I still (and probably always will) find it amazing that such a large invasion force could be amassed on the south coast without the enemy finding out.

Later we went out for dinner to a carvery pub-restaurant where the food was good but the queues were horrendous. We thought that by going late afternoon we would catch the lull between lunchtime and evening peaks. Yeah right. We caught the rush of everyone else seeking the lull between lunchtime and evening peaks. The Aged moaned that they should have more than one person serving at the carvery. I pointed out that this wouldn't make much difference, as you can still only carve a roast once at a time. Then he suggested they installed a second serving area to which my argument was that this would be extremely expensive for the two hours a week it is needed. And anyway, the fact that the place was full and people were prepared to wait 45 minutes for food indicated that the queues weren’t a disincentive to eating there.

I must pay tribute to stepfordtart, who died the week before last. She was practically a neighbour when I lived in Eastleigh and we'd met up for a few pub sessions. Last time I saw her, her and L were gigging in a pub just round the corner from CGF. Unfortunately, child transport obligations meant we couldn't stay as long as we would have liked. The cancer and the medication used her body to fight their battle, and her life was the collateral damage. Thoughts go out to Stepfie's family as they try to come to terms with the loss of a mother/wife/daughter at such a young age.

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