St Paul's and football
Just back from a very warm game of football. There were nine of us, so we doubled up with the guys who play on the pitch next to us and played eight a side (they were seven). It's a good number - especially if, like us, you play on a large pitch. The game is played in a very good spirit: competitive, but always with respect for the opposition. For me, this means that a crunching tackle that leaves an opponent flat on the ground is followed by a handshake and an apology. I'm still red faced, though, an hour after the game. However, I must report that my workrate has improved since Fiona and I began running together every second day. We may be incredibly old, but we're not going down without a fight...
On a beautifully hot day (how much would I pay for this weather on Friday when I'm going to the Oval for day two of the final Ashes test) I found myself in St Paul's Cathedral. We're so used to amazing sights and experiences these days that we take this sort of place in our stride. But imagine how it must have looked to someone back in 1697 when the first service was held here. To someone from that time, this would have been a mind-blowing edifice, with its scale, the intricate, beautiful interior decoration, and the cavernous dome. [Forgive the camera phone picture above - it's all I could get because they get very upset if you try to use a proper camera inside the cathedral.]
I'm trying a great value Shiraz from the Languedoc: Asda Extra Special Shiraz from Jean Claude Mas. Brilliant stuff: ripe and meaty. And you can often get this for £5 (regular price is, I think from memory £6.07).