Carry on

It was another really cold day yesterday with a little bit of snow and some driving sleet at times, so I wimped out and decided it as not the evening to take a long walk. I left work late anyway, so wouldn’t have been home until quite late. So instead I caught the tube and felt slightly regretful that I had eaten a few too many chocolates at work yesterday, as I could no longer justify it to myself by thinking that I would burn them off with a bit of exercise.

The other day I tried a Dairy Milk bar with Cadbury’s Creme Egg filling and quite liked it. The ratio of filling to chocolate wasn’t quite right, but apart from that I thought it was quite nice. I saw that a Cadbury’s Easter egg lorry was robbed. I am hoping that I am one of the least likely suspects for having carried out the raid, as I have an Easter egg from last year still to eat. If I had a whole lorry full, I’d still be eating them into eternity. I’m not really sure why it would be worth your while going to all that effort to steal Easter eggs, is it not just easier to go to Woolworths and shoplift them?

I also saw that someone died on a British Airways flight recently and their body was moved from economy to first class for the rest of the flight and her daughter was also upgraded (can you upgrade a dead body?). I had previously heard that if someone died on a flight they put them in one of the toilets and sealed the door, but it seems that this is not the case. It’s certainly one way to get an upgrade – from now on I think I will try and travel with people who have serious health problems and if they happen to die mid-flight then at least I get to enjoy food and drink on tap and my own fold-out bed. Let’s hope that it isn’t one of the flights where they decide to put the body in the toilets instead.

The thing about that flight though was that they put the body in a seat next to another first class passenger – while he was asleep! Can you imagine waking up during a flight having paid thousands of pounds* for your ticket and out of the corner of your eye you glimpse a dead body. The bloke said he “watched in horror as the body repeatedly slipped beneath the seat belt onto the cabin floor” and apparently he also complained about the smell of the dead body. Lovely. I hope he got a refund on his ticket.

In other news, I am excited to report that next week I may get to see Celia Imrie *in* *the* *flesh*. I have put in an order for a couple of tickets to see her recording a programme. I did actually see her in the stage production of Acorn Antiques a couple of years ago, but was quite a distance away form the stage. Anyway, now I just have to wait for my ticket to turn up and then prepare myself for an evening not to be forgotten.

Oh and I don’t normally watch EastEnders but I watched a bit of it last night and was I the only person who when Peggy was doing those yoga exercises suddenly wondered if it was going to be like one of those Carry on Films where she ended up revealing more than anyone wants to see while they’re eating their dinner? Perhaps it was just me...

*I think it would be unpleasant even if you hadn’t paid thousands of pounds for your flight.