We went to a car wash today. It was Nathan's idea. We were about to take our car into the garage to have its brake pads replaced, but he was so embarrassed by its level of dirtiness that he insisted we went to have it cleaned first! Talk about keeping up with the Joneses. In fairness it was horrifyingly mucky. So rancid, in fact, that we went to an automated car wash, rather than the lovely Polish men in wellies down the road who do it by hand, because it felt too dirty to be cleaned by anything other than machine.
As we sat in the car wash, with those enormously terrifying roaring spinning balls of chamois flying over the car's bonnet, we shared a Cadbury's Cream Egg. I've been keen to have a taste of one of the new recipe eggs to see if they're as awful as everyone suggests. The decision to change the traditional taste of Easter was apparently made as a result of Cadbury being sold to the American company, Kraft, and, we're told, the rising cost of cocoa beans. Scandalous! And the new eggs are genuinely not that nice. The chocolate is far too sweet, and there's a strange aftertaste, which made me feel very sad. What are we all going to eat on Easter Sunday?
We went to the gym this afternoon and I ran six kilometres, fairly quickly by my standards. The joy about losing weight is that, the lighter you become, the easier it is to jump up and down on a treadmill.
I've been working on my brass band arrangement of A Symphony for
Yorkshire today. That, and trying to apply to the Arts Council for some Brass recording-related funding. Filling in applications for the Arts Council is a lengthy old process, one which I don't begrudge because I firmly believe that public arts funding shouldn't be given out to anything ill-conceived or cynical, but it doesn't half take it out of you! I'd become so cross-eyed by tea time that I had to throw in the towel and watch episodes of QI on BBC iPlayer.