Same but different

I’m fairly certain we haven’t been up to much in the last few weeks but somehow April has flown by without me realising with what seems like same shit different day dominating the work day. The weather has dampened my spirits as well as gifting a lingering head cold. So I’ve been somewhat short of inspiration and on the run/walk home I was trying to think of those little things that differentiate one day from another.

Our walk to and from work is pretty much the same but it does have its interests, not least of all the prep for the Queen’s visit last week. On a recent walk home, for a change we walked along the river and took the opportunity of a low tide to wander along the ‘beach’ and were somewhat surprised to find what looked like a pile of large mammal bones, presumably a large mammal of the water variety.

The same but different theme was emphasised when we got home. Our street consists of about ten identical two up, two down houses. Or at least thats what it looks like. Two of our neighbours are currently renovating and we, and coincidentally one of our other neighbours, took an opportunity to have a nosy round. At some point all the houses were extended to presumably capture an internal kitchen but thats pretty much were the similarity ends. Differing configurations, numbers of bedrooms, up/down stairs bathrooms, cellars of varying sizes and various modern extensions means that no two are quite the same or at least the five that I’ve been into.

My last same but different is my phone. My new smartphone has similar functionality but nothing seems to be quite the same including the navigation which managed to completely throw me off course on what should have been a simple trip to my grandparents after a short diversion. The other key difference is the fact that I’ve lost all my contacts… not a function of my new phone but the final reason I needed to prompt me to get a new one in the first place. So if you’ve managed to read this far, (for which you must be a true friend as I’m fairly certain this is rambling) please send me your details.

Escaping to the circus

For a couple of hours yesterday morning I got the opportunity to forget my day to day grind and become a circus performer. Well almost anyway. A couple of months ago a deal caught my eye to spend a few hours sampling four different circus apparatus and as it was only down the road I thought why not. And while today I now feel why people like me (who spend far too long stationary sitting at a desk all week) may actually decide not to, I don’t regret the decision.

I was a little wary at first but after a good warm up, a low tightrope was a good introduction. Its difficult to understand how difficult walking in a straight line is until you try it! Most people seemed to be there to try out the flying trapeze, and at first only just over half an hour between the six of us just didn’t seem like that was going to be long enough. But after a first attempt with only about five swings my hands, shoulders and thighs were thinking that half an hour would probably be fine and on my third and final attempt I’m not sure my body would have done any more. The other two activities were juggling (not so great given i can already juggle three and that was all the teacher could too) and acrobalance which would probably have been better if it hadn’t been directly after the flying trapeze.

So will i go back? Nothing grabbed me, while i love the feeling of swinging through the air I don’t think my shoulders are up to it. That said they do offer a two hour intro to wall running …

Is Greenwich ready?

Yesterday we spent a pleasant hour in Greenwich Park, on what was the last weekend that the park will be free from Olympic intrusion for the next six months, and today was the first day since we’ve moved to Greenwich since the lifts have been working in the foot tunnel. These, along with many other developments ; the missiles being built on Blackheath common – or should I say what was the common; overnight road works; the somewhat out of place architecture of the new ferry terminals with (horror upon horror!) chain restaurants enclosed; our now almost complete mock Cutty Sark; and the potential transport disruption was going to lead me write / complain about how prepared our newly royal borough is for London’s summer festivities.

Instead, all I want to know is why there is a significantly larger than lifesize elephant under construction in the naval college? We may just have to ask on our way to work tomorrow…