Today is the longest day of the year, with the sun rising at 4.43 this morning and due to set at 9.22 tonight. There is one second more daylight than yesterday, with the night creeping in by six seconds a night over the next week. Days such as this, which are notable without being worth celebrating (unless you're of a pagan persuasion), tend to only serve to amplify how unremarkable day-to-day life is. To whit, our day so far.
I woke up at 11am and got up, not because I wanted to, but because I had a headache from sleeping a bit awkward. I thought it was dehydration, but halfway through a glass of water it dawned on me that, if anything, I'd had too much water lately. I then watched Saturday Kitchen until Claire got up. We decided we ought to go to Halfords and get some headlight deflectors and a GB sticker for our impending trip to France. Having first paused to enjoy a leftover Chinese takeaway and watch the final of the Eastbourne tennis tournament, we left for Halfords and purchased the said items as well as (oddly) a £100 camping kit, complete with four-person tent. This kind of crazy spending is pretty out of character - I think the solstice got to us.
The word solstice comes from Latin, and translates as "the sun standing still".
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, we went to Sainsbury's after that, and got one of those £5 car washes that they do while you're in the shop - except we came back before he'd finished and had to hide for a bit, all embarrassed. The day sunk to a new low as we then attempted to watch an episode of Doctor Who, which featured climate change, refugees, echoes of Nazism and rip-offs of His Dark Materials, all set at a headache-inducing pace and handled with extreme clunkiness. As Catherine Tate and Billie Piper tried to out-overact each other, David Tennant stumbled off for half the episode, only to reappear, eyes bulging out of his head in a tour de force of bad acting.
As the night progressed, we sat down for the promising Holland v Russia tie, only to endure a desperate first half. I began my blog at half-time, and am now furiously typing out this rather tedious yarn as the game has improved immeasurably. Russia are leading 1-0, and football has just beaten my interest in this blog by the same score.
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