I was up with the lark
this morning. As usual. But for all that I seem to be in a routine of
walking shortly after 5am these days, it's a great improvement on 3am
which once it was, so I'm not complaining. I fussed my lttle dog and
fed him my toast crusts as I watched "Revolution".
I had an email from
Cotton Traders. Bearing in mind teh fiasco I had with their piss-poor
walking shoes I'm rather loathe to get anything from their mail order
service again. And looking at the email of bargaains I have to admit
that I can get pretty much the same stuff (without the Cotton
Traders logo) cheaper from Matalan.
I checked out social
media. Facebook had wished me well for my wedding anniversary today.
That was nice of them. I also saw that several people of my
acquaintance were off to a "fun
run" today at
Hever Castle. I say "fun run" because that is the
widely used phrase. But I have to question that phrase. Why do
people go running for sport or for a hobby. Have you ever looked at
any of these runners. They either look miserable, knackered or in
pain. I have *never* seen one who actually appears to enjoy
what they are doing.
This was particularly
brought home to me when I took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk round the park this morning. There were dozens of joggers;
all with faces like smacked arses. Not a single one looked as though
they were in any way remotely happy.
My mummy and daddy
called, and we drove down to Folkestone where the tribe gathered to
spend the day looking at the baby. The baby seemed pretty much
oblivious of all the attention he was getting; alternately feeding
and sleeping. I suppose it's a sign of the times that littlun had
four great-grandparents present. I only met one of mine.
A few of us went for a
quick walk to the harbour seafood stall; but it was raining and we
got soaked.
With baby looked at we
came home and had a rather good bit of dinner as we caught up with
stuff on the SkyPlus box. And we had that bottle of plonk I'd got
from Morrisons yesterday. Not too shabby...
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