Another day tragically wasted.
It was quite nice outside considering it was minus thirty out. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and there wasn't a breath of wind. I managed to walk the hounds round to my Mum and Dads but there was nothing doing around there. So I came back home, bought some necessities from the Co-op then came home and tried to recreate some of my favourite M&S salads. Started making soup but I'm out of water. I missed my delivery this week, he said he'd come and drop me some off but as yet I still have three empty bottles out on the deck. Cant use tap water, its undrinkable and smells of cat piss.
News on Facebook is that Martin Smith got knocked out / pint potted in the Nags last night. Broke his nose and cheekbone by all accounts. God, I don't miss Friday nights like that. My Friday night on the other hand involved a few beers at the shop then Hendricks gin at the Mexicans and a nice big slab of angel food cake,raspberries and ice cream. I was asleep for 10:30.
My 60 minutes of physical activity a day has got off to a bad start. I have done 17 minutes and it is currently 7:42pm.
Maybe this is the point of the joggers blog, cos now I have said it out loud (well typed in black and white) I now feel pretty lazy and stupid about it. OK, I'll go and get on it again.....
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