Finally back to some sort of useful fitness level, injuries seem a thing of the past and back to enjoying running again.
Of course my fingers are crossed and I touch wood when I say this to you
Gaz, glad you're running well and injury free. We had a lovely meal last night, shared a whole melted brie for starter and then I had the most succulent venison. Mouth orgasm time, it was cooked perfectly.
I was really looking forward to a day with nothing planned today... and then we remembered the school Christmas fayre and disco. So we spent a couple of hours down there, nicely oiled by a couple of glasses of mulled wine.
Actually very delicious mulled wine, I'm starting to feel a bit Chrismassy (a short departure from my bah humbug, I assure you)
Christingle service tomorrow, it's quite fun to watch the annual 'children almost setting the church on fire' procession. Elf & Safety would have a heart attack.
Elves aren't invited though, cos they're evil surely? I mean really evil like the Goblins in Noddy. Beyond redemption evil.
I shall wait outside with them taking it in turns to shout out rude words like 'bum'.
Meanwhile all the good parents will be inside pretending that the kids want to be there for a more global reason than to eat the sweets and sultanas from the christingles.
If you get them by the gonads they start squealing...
I've been with xxxx company for Internet since 2001 (yeah yeah, yeah I'm either loyal or lazy, choose the latter).
D right royally pissed off with them because they're crap (won't bore you with a rant here).
I try to phone to get the Mac code this afternoon as I managed to flexi off early from work.
On hold, on hold, on hold... (I made use of it and put it on speakerphone, flicked the lounge light on and off quickly and my 8 year old danced away to the lift muzac).
D got bored, dog gave him the death stare, D took dog for walk.
SOMEONE ANSWERED THE FUCKING PHONE!
And I was just about to write out the whole conversation for you but D has just come back and I need to tell him.
Needless to say they're biting my hand off not to leave them.
They're biting it in the wrong way now, no email received. Idiot, I gave him a get out clause too.
D has been working all weekend, so we've done girls stuff in a very ungirly way as usual. Cinema and town yesterday and they rode their bikes whilst I ran with Cole today, just down to the village shop and back (somewhere between a 2 and 3 mile round trip). I can't really count it as training except for the downhills where I have to run pretty fast to keep up with them.
I managed to get in 5.5 miles with Cole yesterday. I'm actually running faster by training less.
But that's because I have the cardio fitness and am not trying to achieve it. One of my running gurus is telling me off for not flat running, it's all hills. He's told me to drive somewhere flat. I can't be arsed, I'm time short as it is!
Peter Kay makes me laugh.
That as an aside, we've finally got round the whole half term holiday saga (Not to be confused by saga)... Oh wait.
By turning our backs on the Sun and mainlining Disney, dirty drug it is.
By the sun, I mean the real sun not the publication for readers still wetting their nappies, with stabilisers.
So upshot is 5 days at EuroDisney... Booked.
Enjoy KK. We took our kittens there in October half-term. DId 2 days in the park and stayed in the Gite about an hour away.
Horrendously expensive and stressful, but overall really enjoyable. Plenty of wine and cheese!
Well D thinks we've got all inclusive, I haven't checked anything yet. I prefer do something holidays to lying on the beach. The only stress for me will be if the park is crowded. I hate being hemmed in by people.
I've just brought the kids back from the school performance, I've witnessed 2 nativity plays tonight and the casts included aliens, American tourists, pizza delivery men, a wonky donkey, Jesus dropped on his head, Harry Hill (played by his nephew), Jessica Ennis, the 3 Kings crossed with the Minestry of Funny Walks and smelly cat food.
Our school is fab
I also managed to fit in 11 miles running with fur face. Nearest miss I've had in 40 years of running with a car though. Some prick driving over the speed limit just missed us, it was a heart in the throat moment. They oversteered to avoid us which is a sure sign that they had only noticed us at the 11th hour. I memorised the reg, also of note it was only after that I realised in that moment I'd put myself between the car and the dog to shield him. It's a completely instinctive response and one that I've developed since sprogging.
I need a moose as a running partner as a buffer, not a collie. I'd throw a moose under the bus, unless it was really good company and could make the coffee in the morning.
Actually I memorised the reg for the last 3 miles of my run and then when I got in the kids were so over me like a rash with stuff about their day, that it went out of my head.
Well today was good, had Christmas breakfast in the canteen at work, delivered some Internet safety exams, had a buffet in the office for lunch, then secret Santa gave me 2 hand-warmers and a calendar and then I flexied off at 2pm and have been playing Lego Lord of the Rings with J ever since.
On hols now until Jan 3rd and spending Christmas day at D's cousin's pub
My wonderful husband said to his sister last night in my hearing,
"I was getting Kate a kindle for Christmas but she bought herself one, so that's my present to her sorted"
I emitted a loud "OY!" at that point.
Fuckwit rocket scientist canine equivalent ran straight into a parked car today. Not just any random car in any random place, but my car parked where it's always parked!
He acted hurt for a while, shaking and holding his paw up, but the wuss bag just shocked the crap out of himself, and me actually when he started shaking.
I would like to think he was also a touch embarrassed.
D in work until midnight, kids on the ceiling with excitement about Christmas. I've actually cleaned the house in preparation for packing and going down to that Cornish land tomorrow.
Anyway, have a great Christmas lurky type Internet people. And eat your Brussel Sprouts so I don't have to eat mine, because enough have been slaughtered. A cull is a good thing, stops them breeding like fucking sprouts
Have a great time mate
Dave The Ex- Spartan wrote (see)
I love sprouts
They don't love you, they just take your money!
Just realised the x-post, I wasn't endorsing Dave's sex life, that was to AJH.
I'm taking my running kit to Cornwall, but I doubt I can get a run in on Chrissy day, the kids will be up too early
Dave, get a Playboy mansion, age is no object and Viagra is freely available.
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