Locked down with my Ukulele 5

These are strange times. I’ve had to buy bigger pants. Maybe not earth shattering news but a shock to me. I don’t know why. I’m not snacking. But the scales are saying I’ve put on weight. This is depressing as I’ve been stroking my stomach down with my hands and I was sure I was thinner. I have been doing the exercise, which I was not doing before so I should be as sleek and honed as an athlete by now.

Actually, I live alone and I know my diet is high in fat and sugar. Working through lockdown, as I have, l am at home a lot more. I finish work and try to keep the house clean because it gets dirty on it’s own while I’m here. I am still working and trying to keep the discipline of working proper hours. So quickly prepared and cooked food has become a habit. Blueberry muffins for breakfast. Fruit!

Toad in the hole has become a staple. Along with Chicken Kiev’s because you can buy them off the shelf and bug them in the oven with oven chips and be able to eat, from fridge to table in thirty minutes. I’ve done the slimming thing with a well known slimming plan and I did loose a significant amount of weight. Which, as of yet I haven’t put back on. Well not all of it anyway.

My problem is that I want the body shape I lost in my late twenties. Not to weigh less. So do I just buy bigger clothes and forget about looking like an Adonis? I think I might be in that Cul-de-Sac already.

What is needed? With anything, it’s a good enough reason to do something. I think you become aware of things, when you are made to notice them either by circumstance or action.

Till there was you

“There were birds on a hill but I never heard them singing, no I never heard them at all until there was you.” Another Beatles song (or should I say) arguably made famous by the Beatles. It was written by Meredith Wilson recorded and released by Nelson Riddle in 1957. The Beatles recorded it in 1963. A very good year! Apparently Paul McCartney was lead by his cousin to the Peggy Lee version of the song and they later played it as part of their set. I believe his cousin displayed excellent taste.

This is a lovely song. I first heard it on a recording of songs made for the BBC. On compact cassette tape. I had the tape long after I had the ability to play the cassette. My main medium for playing and listening was the car radio. There was a certain point in history when cars came supplied with CD players. I changed cars and there was the CD player. I transferred the various bits of brik-a-brac from one car to the other. Even though I was unable to play it the double tape, the cassette stayed in the door pocket, until I changed the car again and transferred it to my “man draw” (term stolen from Michael McIntyre without his permission).

Covered in lint I believe it got taken to either the “tip”, now masquerading under the title “recycling centre“ or donated to the local charity shop.

I do intend to record a version of this to social media at some point but I do have to get rid of a fair bit of facial hair first.

Stay safe.