Phew, Wot a Stinker, etc.
Dotty decided to take a dump on the compost heap as I was cycling off to Colchester Park Run on Saturday morning.
Anna had plans for some tomato re-potting later in the morning. I didn’t have time to clean up the compost.
Hey hoe. Shit happens, etc.
My approach to Castle Park for the weekly run was interesting. I passed a fit looking fella on the way to the start line fagging it.
GOOD EFFORT, Sir.
All the regulars were lining up shortly before 9am, including Mr Postie, fresh from his round and wearing his Royal Mail shorts and shirt.
We were running the alternative route once again. Some covers band crap was setting up in the Park for later in the afternoon.
Route B is slow. There is no room for passing along some of the town’s Roman walls.
I was stuck behind the bloke and his pushchair for the first few kms or so.
Grrrrr.
An official race time of 21’39” was something of a pleasant surprise - second in my vets age cat as well.
Still 15 seconds off a Castle Park PB, mind.
I was treated to a maths lecture by a charming Professor of Maths as I stretched out. He was sympathetic to my Year 4 maths struggles back in SE17 the day before.
Cheers, Prof.
I cycled on to the gym. S Ldn commitments has kept me away for most of the week. It bloody hurt.
The swim was much more serene. I had the pool to myself and put in 40 power lengths.
I had no time to arse around in the spa. I picked up a run of work shifts back at base from midday onwards.
I arrived home to find a very tired Dotty, and Mr Frog in the corner of the kitchen.
It’s tiring work, this frog catching.
Naughty Dotty.
Work stopped, started and then stopped again.
We watched the ICC cricket, and then the second half of the England football.
I watered the garden late in the evening. Anna has placed strawberry pots in some most unexpected places.
Saturday came to a close, surprisingly sober.
There’s another long day in the saddle planned for Sunday.
Chapeau!