Private Thoughts Made Public

I’ve only been making entries into this blog for about 10 days now, and already it’s been four days since my last entry? Why is this? Do I really have that little to write about? Is my life really that boring? Let’s see what I’ve been up to since my last post:
Sunday:
Went for a long walk down the Irwell Sculpture Trail. Again. Each time I walk a bit of the trail I try to walk a bit further than the previous time, and so far I’m succeeding. It was a gloriously sunny day, and armed with nothing more than a bottle of water and my camera, I set off. Along the way I passed a few other walkers, cyclists, joggers, horse riders and trail bike riders. When I saw the first couple of bike riders I thought “cool” but about a mile further on there were about two dozen of them. Walking along a narrow country path, minding your own business, enjoying the peace and quiet (and the sunshine!) is, to me, a very pleasurable experience, but to then have a motorbike zoom past and miss you by inches ruins the whole thing. Well, not quite the whole thing, just that little bit of it, but I did fing myself wishing that he’d gain a rather intimate knowledge of a pot-hole about 50 yards further up the road. Didn’t happen, though, which was a shame. Still, I walked for about two and a half hours, and called my cousin to meet me in a pub and drive me home again
Once home, I watched the grand prix – good on ya Jense, pole position and second in the race is excellent going. He’s now third in the championship, and starting to give the others a run for their money. To have Michael Schumacher say “in the first part of the race it was like he was driving in the sunshine and I was driving in the rain” is high praise indeed.
Monday:
Work. Saw my son in the evening, which always brightens my day. He’s getting to the stage where he’s learning what he can and can’t get away with, and we’re teaching him that he can’t get away with telling lies. Since his mother and I are divorced, he’s trying to play one of us off against the other. After he’s told a lie to his mum and she confronted him about it, he said “my daddy told my imagination to say it”. We’re telling him now that even though mummy and daddy don’t live in the same house any more, we still talk to each other and if he’s naughty when he’s with one of us, then the other one will know as well. He’s a clever kid and can undertand things when explained to him logically, so we’ll see if our “softly softly” approach has any effect. His sense of logic is impeccable as well, and he’s often managed to wrap me round his little finger when I can’t find a good enough reason not to do what he wants!
Tuesday:
Work again. Had a call from the ex-wife, saying “can you talk to your son please?” The conversation went something like this:
Me: what’s up?
Son (sounding a bit croaky and sheepish): I told another lie today
Me (sounding disappointed): Oh no. We talked to you about this yesterday. Are you sorry for what you did?”
Son (to his mum): Sorry
Mum (to me): Thanks. Bye.
Wednesday:
Work again – can you see a pattern emerging here?