Yes, as I self-confessed, I was a bit lazy yesterday but today I am delighted to tell that I am even lazier! If you are a Brit then you will completely understand - and sympathise! - because, of course, today is Summer! As any Brit will tell you, usually at great length, our Summers only last a day then it's back to the grey, windy, drizzly rain! But, today is Summer, with brilliant sunshine such that I actually stirred myself to go to the garage and rescue a reclining chair upon which I lowered my nearly naked body, to the excited consternation of my elderly lady neighbours - well, they deserve a treat from time to time.
Mind you, I deserve a bit of 'R&R' given my efforts to fight my way across the Middle East through atrocious and ferocious battles in order to reach the Holy Land and Jerusalem. No, no, I haven't the scars to prove it because I did it all from my armchair - er, the best way to fight a war, actually! - as I read my way into The Crusades: The War for the Holy Land by Thomas Asbridge. I'm only up to page 92 and already I think I deserve the Long Service and Good Conduct medal!
Incidentally, there was a short pause after I launched my attack because the book, in paperback form, is nearly as thick as it is wide and long. Holding it with my rheumatic fingers and withered arms takes some doing, and the font size is only just big enough for my tired, old eyes. Anyway, with the sort of decisive action of which even Robert of Toulouse - read the book! - would have approved, I decided to blow the expense and buy a Kindle version where you can set the font size you want - please, pretty please, don't rat me out to the Memsahib!
I am only at the beginning of the First Crusade but already my 'gob is well and truly smacked'! Was there ever a dafter, more lunatic expedition than this? A journey of thousands of miles, much of it through ultra hostile territory interspersed with battles of such ferocious cruelty that even reading about them nearly brings you to tears. Not for the first time in my amateur studies of human history I find myself asking, "Why did they do that?" However, in the case of the Crusades, why did they keep on and on and on doing it? Of course, I can understand why the Popes and the Catholic church encouraged it but why ordinary men - and women - joined in I cannot comprehend. It confirms my bleak view that the very essence of most people is virulent stupidity!
Anyway, I can't hang around here, the sun is still shining outside and I need to top up my tan!