My run is in July weeks and I haven't done a single step for weeks nor am I likely to for the next few weeks either. Whilst I joke that I run so I can eat cake and drink beer it keeps me sane. Without it, without that endorphin hit, I can feel the black dog pulling at me. So forgive me if I start doing my exercises whilst we talk, I have to get back out there!
Monday, 24 June 2013
People run for all different reasons. It's not just about keeping fit. For me it's a great stress reliever. No sooner have I walked in the door from work or just got up I'm out the door. I come back a better person. The dog is happy too and can tell my running gear from any other item pulled from the wardrobe. Recently I signed up for a 10k; my first since the great Achilles' tendon rip of 2010. Only there's been knee pain. And as we know the knee bone is connected to thigh bone etc. Resting it didn't seem to make much of an impact. This time I needed extra help so took myself off to a sports physiotherapist. It's not the knee it's the quads and hams. And it's the quads and hams because of the Achilles' tendon of 3 frickin years ago. A slight alteration in my running style apparently is stressing elsewhere.
Sunday, 23 June 2013
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Monday, 3 June 2013
She-ra is 17. She has old head an old head on young shoulders. When we moved to this current house she was just 14. As we unpacked boxes things got put into wardrobes and there they stayed. Bags full of teddy bears. A library of books from the Harry Potter obsession that was accompanied by the board games, a desire to be a wizard through to Darren Shan, the "gory" phase and more books on horses and ponies than you could shake a stick at. There were handbags, shoulder bags, bags we had made together. All stuffed with stuff that young girls like. Scoubis galore. Stationery, pens, pencils and a multitude of bits of paper with writing on. Diaries with one page written in wobbly attempts at adult handwriting with touching recollections of her day. First forays into fashion. Old photos and newspaper articles cut out as keepsakes. They were all piled into the middle of the room. As she piled them high I found myself sorting through and looking at all the things she no longer wanted. Keepsakes of her child hood. I had a Jessie moment. My daughter knows me so well that without me even saying anything she said " Mum this is just like Jessie in Toy Story". I maintained a brave face. But you trying keeping a dry eye when you hear this song and think of your own children growing up. Go on I dare you.
Sunday, 2 June 2013
There's a lot of chat on twitter on who the likely candidate should be to take over from Matt Smith as Dr Who. ( He's down with Sylvester McCoy as my least favourite) As a child, Dr Who, had me hiding behind sofas. It then fell off my viewing spectrum as I grew older before arriving back with a bang with Christopher Ecclestone. My own children watched, grew scared and the generational glue of tv culture is still sticky. The best baddies we always found were those that were most lifelike/realistic -Blink for example. Or that scary one with the dolls? Oud, daleks, or cyber men they just don't scare me.
So who can step in to those time travelling shoes to entertain us on a dark autumn Saturday, offering respite from "Britain's Got No Bleeding X Factor Get Me Out Of Here?"
I give you my list;
1 Idris Elba - licks lips says no more
2 Miranda - hilarious incidents all over the galaxy. Such fun
3 Jack Davenport - voice like chocolate, useful when hiding behind a cushion
4 Dame Judi Dench - what she could do with a raised eyebrow...
5 Omid Djalili - my favourite Iranian. He can dance too something the Daleks can't
6 Dr Sheldon Cooper - why not have a "real" doctor in da house
7 Matt LeBlanc - how you doin'? To a Dalek, great stuff
8 Maxine Peak - we can go all northern, fab
9 Phillip Glennister - maybe he could resurrect Gene Hunt?
10 Ron Weasley - I don't think there's been a ginger in the lead role yet?
I doubt the BBC will take note of my list. There will be too much political correctness hand wringing going on. I shall watch with interest who Auntie Beeb appoints. Who would you like to see in the role?
Saturday, 1 June 2013
There was a fair bit of Lycra, iPod, and running shoes. Warm up exercises were taking place in kitchen whilst I waited for She-ra's Spanish tutor to arrive. The British summer was giving us one of our cold spells again. The kitchen door opens and in comes Miguel, the only gay in the village. Pleasantries are exchanged and off they go to study. I am about to head for the door when daughter hurtles back into the kitchen and in her best stage whisper says "NIPPLES!"
Yikes! It is cold in here ! Jennifer Anniston eat you heart out!