I actually did not sleep that well despite being very tired and getting home at 5.30am. It was very light and there was lovely weather, as there had been for the bulk of the campaigning weeks. May had been lovely weather-wise for the most part of the month and my bald head was quite brown!
I told myself, win or lose at the election, I would do some personal "me" things to recover, rest and relax after the intensity of the previous month. If you know me I don't sit down for long and rarely visit the cinema and actually don't even enjoy that much TV! News and Sport and good dramas may grab me, but retro TV on ITV3 and 4 or History and Yesterday channels are likely to be on, probably when I am reading emails! So my time is Rugby time and other sports, like cycling, motor sport or old cars, canoeing, swimming, golf, tennis and many others to watch, but I do actually swim and canoe a lot and I have been known to jump off mountains with a paraglider or abseil down cliffs.
I set off for Cardiff at Friday lunchtime. I was going to watch my Rugby team Saracens play in the European Cup against Toulon. 10 hours later I arrived in Cardiff and I was shattered. I'd missed the Friday evening game that I had hoped to see before the Saturday game-The Amlin Cup. The traffic was awful. It took 3 hours to get over the Severn bridge and the M25 and M4 was slow all the way with many standstills. It was a Bank Holiday weekend too! I stopped at one service station and it took one hour to get back onto the motorway.
I wanted to eat. I went to Jamie Olivers restaurant. It was a joy after the bedlam of the day and pressures of the previous weeks. The food was great, the service even better from a French waitress.
The next day I wanted to savour the atmosphere. My hotel was full of Toulon supporters. When I went to the city, it was buzzing everywhere, but there was a lack of Saracens supporters in the morning and too many from Toulon! (Sararcens supporters were to come by the afternoon by car and by bus and many were late, very late and missed much of the game:The Severn Bridge...again!)
I met up with a Toulon supporter. We exchanged conversation and finished up sharing the rest of the day together, except his seat was at the other end to mine. He and I had lunch, a few drinks and much conversation together until the game. We separated for the game, which Toulon won quite efficiently. We met after the game though and then spent the evening together until the early hours. It was one big party. Cardiff is the perfect Rugby city. We met other Saracens and Toulon supporters and we all partied and some of us had dinner together! Losing did hurt, but Rugby is more than a game, its not about being partisan all the time, its just for 80 mins and perhaps a bit more. Sharing time with others is such joy, when the "world in union" is so much fun.
My new Toulon friend and I exchanged email contacts and addresses and now I expect to visit him in France for the start of the Toulon season in September.
I was tired, very tired the next morning. It all caught up with me.I was not feeling alert enough to drive home. So I stayed another night in Cardiff. I then enjoyed the other aspects of the great City. I saw a Choir! Thats Wales! I went to see the Dr Who Experience and the Bay. I also went to the Welsh Assembly and I got a special tour of the whole place escorted with all the questions answered, I loved that too.
I had a simple meal and an early night.
The next morning I went home and I did it in a relaxed way. I stopped off in Royal Wootten Basset and took a scenic journey. It was still very busy on the roads as it was the Bank Holiday Monday.
On the 27th May I had to go to Kings College Hospital London to have one of my regular checks and a MRI scan. Oh dear it seems I have done some damage to my leg and my spine. All that walking! I wondered why it was more painful than usual.
I told myself, win or lose at the election, I would do some personal "me" things to recover, rest and relax after the intensity of the previous month. If you know me I don't sit down for long and rarely visit the cinema and actually don't even enjoy that much TV! News and Sport and good dramas may grab me, but retro TV on ITV3 and 4 or History and Yesterday channels are likely to be on, probably when I am reading emails! So my time is Rugby time and other sports, like cycling, motor sport or old cars, canoeing, swimming, golf, tennis and many others to watch, but I do actually swim and canoe a lot and I have been known to jump off mountains with a paraglider or abseil down cliffs.
I set off for Cardiff at Friday lunchtime. I was going to watch my Rugby team Saracens play in the European Cup against Toulon. 10 hours later I arrived in Cardiff and I was shattered. I'd missed the Friday evening game that I had hoped to see before the Saturday game-The Amlin Cup. The traffic was awful. It took 3 hours to get over the Severn bridge and the M25 and M4 was slow all the way with many standstills. It was a Bank Holiday weekend too! I stopped at one service station and it took one hour to get back onto the motorway.
I wanted to eat. I went to Jamie Olivers restaurant. It was a joy after the bedlam of the day and pressures of the previous weeks. The food was great, the service even better from a French waitress.
The next day I wanted to savour the atmosphere. My hotel was full of Toulon supporters. When I went to the city, it was buzzing everywhere, but there was a lack of Saracens supporters in the morning and too many from Toulon! (Sararcens supporters were to come by the afternoon by car and by bus and many were late, very late and missed much of the game:The Severn Bridge...again!)
I met up with a Toulon supporter. We exchanged conversation and finished up sharing the rest of the day together, except his seat was at the other end to mine. He and I had lunch, a few drinks and much conversation together until the game. We separated for the game, which Toulon won quite efficiently. We met after the game though and then spent the evening together until the early hours. It was one big party. Cardiff is the perfect Rugby city. We met other Saracens and Toulon supporters and we all partied and some of us had dinner together! Losing did hurt, but Rugby is more than a game, its not about being partisan all the time, its just for 80 mins and perhaps a bit more. Sharing time with others is such joy, when the "world in union" is so much fun.
My new Toulon friend and I exchanged email contacts and addresses and now I expect to visit him in France for the start of the Toulon season in September.
I was tired, very tired the next morning. It all caught up with me.I was not feeling alert enough to drive home. So I stayed another night in Cardiff. I then enjoyed the other aspects of the great City. I saw a Choir! Thats Wales! I went to see the Dr Who Experience and the Bay. I also went to the Welsh Assembly and I got a special tour of the whole place escorted with all the questions answered, I loved that too.
I had a simple meal and an early night.
The next morning I went home and I did it in a relaxed way. I stopped off in Royal Wootten Basset and took a scenic journey. It was still very busy on the roads as it was the Bank Holiday Monday.
On the 27th May I had to go to Kings College Hospital London to have one of my regular checks and a MRI scan. Oh dear it seems I have done some damage to my leg and my spine. All that walking! I wondered why it was more painful than usual.