August 10 lunchbox

BREAKFAST:

Bowl of Weetabix with semi-skimmed organic milk then some toast with raspberry jam and a glass of water.

I opted not to blog yesterday... that's how it goes sometimes.

Yesterday was another day off from income generation. Had a very enjoyable game of golf at the Vale of Glamorgan Hotel, Resort [and something else which I cannot recall, but might be the word spa] with Paul James, who used to ply his trade in spreading the word of Julian Hodge Bank and a certain Hywel Thomas a director no less of a company called Medical & Professional. Good company and pretty good golf, but we were far too civilised to count our scores.

Had a spot of lunch with Paul in the clubhouse as Hywel had to spend the afternoon with the villainy of Barry.

Got home at 2pm, where Mrs B had left - perfectly reasonably - a list of a number of household chores. Finished them just in time to pick up some onion barjis and nan bread in Riverside and some petrol, before picking up Mrs B in Cardiff Bay - or as a boy brought up in Grangetown the Docks.

We then went to pick up Isabella and then back home. My father then came around for a marvellous chicken curry cooked by Mrs B and we managed to sit outside to eat it. Mr B senior and I then went for a few drinks at the Cameo, where my brother, who has just raised £2m _ well it would be rude not too _ was waiting.

I got home at 11.30am, and didn't really fancy blogging. Oh yes I nearly forgot; Wales's great living civil servant was also there with Moira. Didn't say much to Gareth, as I think he might have been in a strategy meeting!

This Morning:

After dropping off Mrs B to work Isabella and I went for a walk around Cardiff Bay _ sorry I meant to say the docks. Then called in to see Mrs B at her venue of income generation, which affords a great view across the Bristol Channel.

Lunch:

Remnants of last night's curry.

Random Thought

Does Wales need 22 unitary authorities, four police services, a North Korean like army of non wealth creating "retire at 60 with superb pensions" public sector employees?

Where the hell is Wales going? Where are the vision makers, the brave Turkeys who would vote for Christmas?

My old "foes" from the Docks would have no fear in taking the axe to those dead and worthless self-preservation society oaks