Murphy and I are shattered, an overdose of Olympics and fishing, what a way to go.
Talking of ways to go did you read in the papers this week about the 90 year old woman, who had a lifelong wish fulfilled. She wanted fish and chips served to her by a man in a thong, what a girl! Some granny that.

The staff of the care home she lived in were forced to apologise - why? I reckon that they deserve a medal the size of a dustbin lid. I would rather end up in that home in St Austell with staff who care and go the extra yard, than in some rule-bound institution that toes the line. They showed respect to her in that she was a functioning human being with a sence of humor.

I wonder what Murphy would request on his 90th birthday a roll in something obnoxious?, chase a three legged rabbit? give the neighbours big ginger tom cat a seeing to? He would find something I'm sure.

Personally I think I would like on my 90th birthday to breakfast on scambled eggs with smoked salmon then to fish some exclusive beat at a top class fishery. Two nice fish then a snooze, then home. I think at 90 the physical side of things would be pushing it but a man can dream!

I've never been athletic but the TV coverage of the Olympics gets the juices flowing. Did you see the young lass from Mansfield winning the gold medals in the pool, then the rowers and cyclists. I'm shattered and the field and track events haven't started yet! In our minds we become experts at various sport disiplines, when the only athletic thing we have is athlethes foot.

Earlier in the week we saw some "sports" which I think are a bit suspect, Syncronised diving, gymnastics on the floor and apparatus, beach volley ball, entertaining to watch but if thats sport i'll eat my hat!
Next thing will be fishing as an olympic disipline not the fish caught, accuracy of the cast, distance of the cast style would come into it, my speciality would be falling in!

Murphys' would be scrounging hearing a sandwich box opening at distance!

Its been the carnival this afternoon kids in fancy dress on trailers waving and shouting, there must have been 20 floats, everyone having a good laugh. The main road was cleared to through traffic and they paraded through the village, overhead a buzzard rode a thermal and looked down, doubtless thinking "what are they doing now".

Murphy and I finished the day in pursuit of "Salmo Trutte" failing again. I was in good company, there was an elderly gentleman fishing, he told me he was 90 then cast a beautiful line, adding that you don't need fish to have a good day, just being there is enough.

A parting though for you:-
You are quite old if you can remember when kids where strong enough to walk to school.

See you
Buggy Man