Energised, Not

How sad am I when the highlight of my day is going to be watching the final of the men's 400metres T44 race with Oscar Pistorious and Alan Oliveira of Brazil competing against each other.

Somehow today is slipping away with nothing to mark it out as interesting or remarkable.
I've collected bike # 2 from the repair shop, paying out vast sums of filthy lucre for a new chain and cassette block, watched bed linen drying, accompanied his Lordship in his quest for a frame for his 'Keep Calm And Carry On' poster, and I've read some of the paper.

It's hot and muggy outside and I'm enervated to a worrying extent. Perhaps I should have had some of the contents of this can so carelessly discarded.

I have completely lost my get up and go button, and I am reduced to watching some guy in the Meadows outside the window trying to tightrope walk a strap slung between two trees; it's just about as boring as watching the bedclothes drying.
As I watch him constantly falling off and getting back up again, the story of Robert the Bruce and the spider plays at the back of my mind, but for fear of offending our English friends, I won't elucidate further on the outcome of that scenario!

Roll on 9:57 pm. It's just a pity the race will be over in less than the wink of an eye.