March 30th lunchbox

NEXT Tuesday on this blog Rhodri Morgan and Sir Terry Matthews (pictured above) in a one off golf match at the Celtic Manor, Newport, South Wales.

BREAKFAST: Bowl of Cornflakes mixed with a quite few Branflakes with cold milk.

The Walk to Walk.

The River Taff was still pretty active after the rains of late. More dogs than you could shake a stick at where out and about. Of particular note was one woman out walking 4 rather dishevelled looking dogs.
I took the pedestrian bridge over the River Taff and into the grounds of Cardiff Castle. Not my normal route to walk, but I was heading across town for the last ever board meeting of the Welsh Development Agency.... has it really come to this!
On arrival I was asked by the agency's chief executive, the affable Gareth Hall, if I had seen any ducks on my walk in.

The Lunchbox.
2 rich tea biscuits
4 ham and tomato sandwiches on granary bread.
1 raspberry flavoured yoghurt.
1 banana
1 apple.
1 small container of a cut up but still mentally strong plum and sliced pieces of kiwi friut.

Flight BA 6786 to Bratislava is now boarding at Gate 11 (no idea why I have just written this)

Biscuits were a delight at 10.15am. I then went for the fruit, starting with the banana and for a change the the apple. Sandwiches went just before midday. I ended proceedings with the apple

RANDOM THOUGHT

Continuation from yesterday's story of John Leslie and Rhodri Williams

6pm and the intrepid duo are on their 10th bottle of bolliinger.
Minutes later they emerge from their mammoth afternoon pub-crawl and start giggling
hysterically at the sight of London commuters making their way home.

Supporting each other they stagger down Oxford Street singing at the tops of their voices, what appears to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. "Galileo, Galileo!"
Their singing is interrupted by John’s mobile phone going off.

Hang on Rod let me answer this, it could Betty calling about tonight's party. He screams down his mobile, "What's up Betty?"

"John what planet are you on this is not Betty but the Prime Minister," came the disaproving voice down the phone.
The PM added angrily, "You have got a lot of explaining to do John.
"I've got the Tokyo 2 delegation here at No 10 and they are absolutely furious. Not only did you not meet them this morning at the airport, they had to make their own way here and one had his digital camera stolen on the underground."
John smiled and lit up a fag before replying, "Oh yeah Tokyo 2, I was meaning to ring you about that Prime Minister."
"John I don't want any of your half-baked explanations, just get your arses over here now, but I am warning you the chances of us getting Tokyo 2 after your disgraceful performance is almost zero."
The Prime Minister slammed down the phone in his private offce and returned to
the concerned looking Japanese delegation in the cabinet room of No 10.
"I don't know traffic is so bad in London these days, a bit like Tokyo no
doubt," said the Prime Minister unconvincingly. "Anyway John and Rhodri should be here any minute to present our bid... anyone else for tea."

Back in Oxford St and Rhodri has collapsed in the entrance to Harvey
Nichols.
John kicks him firmly up the backside. "Come on Rhodri old son we got a bit a business to attend to."
To be concluded tomorrow.