Nine Feet Underground

I now have spare time on a Monday, no yoga class (or any other exercise, bar walking, for that matter), which means I can use the time for other purposes... After breakfast I begin my day by starting to read the remainder of yesterday's paper and contact a mate in Berlin to see if he's up for a chat this morning or afternoon. By the time I've finished the paper the word from Berlin is that we're on for a call this afternoon.   As I have spare time I decide to start the Idler course 'The History of London', which presented by Dr. Matthew Green, historian and  broadcaster, who has written a book called 'London: A Travel Guide Through Time'.  The first lecture is about Medieval London, centred around the year 1390. One of the most interesting things I learnt (that is fit to print here!) is that back in Medieval London everyone would have been in varying states of drunkenness: because the water wasn't fit/safe to drink, poor people drank ale all day - ty...

Up with the larks: 'Morning', 'Morning', 'How are you?', 'Fine thanks', 'And you?', 'I'd prefer to be back in bed sleeping, but I'm doing yoga in 30 minutes, so I guess I'm good. Thanks for asking'. I do like the larks, they're very sociable. I did the full 45 minutes of yoga, mainly pranayama, but with a fair bit of movement to wake the body as well as the brain cell. After that, shower, breakfast, work. At about eight minutes past 10 an Apache gunship helicopter (callsign 'Hunter 1') flew over the house at the lowest altitude I've ever seen one here - 975 feet - which was damn low.  En-route from Wattisham to the Sandhurst area: it's 10:14 now and it's circling there, now descending and landing at the Army Staff College) Work has dominated the rest of the day, so there's nothing to be said about that. Moving swiftly on. Son #1's girlfriend arrived early afternoon whilst I was working, no doubt...