The Beach

A walk out for exercise - and on the first 5:2 day of the year too. Time to take myself in hand. Half way round, my podcast was interrupted by The Grüppenfuhrer. He’s up to high-doh about tonight’s meeting (the first I’m due to attend with my new hat on). They’re at it, the other mob. That’s basically it. They’re trying to pull a fast one. Their interests always come first. Half an hour later as I arrive back at the gate, he finally gets off the phone. By then he’d calmed down a bit. A bit.
So, after my two Finn crisps and an orange, the meeting. And he was quiet as a mouse; agreed with everything. Just too many adults in the room.
Later, a film! Patrick, an endearing little tale of nudists and a lost hammer in a Belgian campsite. The Grüppenfuhrer has a caravan. I’d rather not picture it.