In a vain attempt to improve myself I’ve taken to walking.
Of course I have walked before.
Become quite good at it, in fact, from rather a young age.
Still do, if there isn’t a Sedan Chair and liveried footmen on hand.
The walking I do now is usually about 3 and a half miles and in long loops close to home.
I use an App(lication) on my eye-phone called Map My Walk which uses GPS (satellites I’m guessing) to track my whereabouts.
It also tells me my mile split times (at best just under 12 minutes, at worst nearly 17), calories burned (usually around 400) and steps taken (about 8000).
She, for it has a lady’s voice, talks to me at the end of every mile to give me statistics. I’m not exactly sure what she’s saying because, as with all female voices, most of what has been said is missed by the time I notice I’m being spoken to. I do, of course, find myself saying “hmm” and “yes,dear” as is the norm with my good lady wife.
But nothing’s actually going in.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Today I was walking a mile or so down The Lines, a lovely long path which was once a railway line and is now a tarred walkway complete with the odd sculpture and bland bridge.
Past me came a-whizzing lycra-clad young ladies on brand new bikes and gaudy helmets, each with a distinct brown stripe up there back.
Apparently it’s de rigueur to not have a rear mud guard.
Barmy.
Maybe it’s a badge of honour to arrive home with your brown skunk stripe stretching from bum to neck? Just seems a bit silly to me.
Anyhoo, I shall continue my walking habit for the foreseeable as it is helping me to lose some weight and am sure it will lower my blood pressure.
In other news,
- Gill has a new toy which cuts, slices and dices veg. It’s a box with blades in the lid and cost a tenner. She’s happy. (no she’s not, it’s just gone in the bin!)
- Ashley’s four monthly supply of pads has arrived so the back room resembles a warehouse once again.
- The builders move in on Monday to convert his bathroom into a wet room (pictures to follow)
- Heather is enjoying her weekend work but is struggling with coursework and wonky knees
- Cerys has an EEG and will have a 24 hour ECG in time
- The old washing machine died and has been replaced – happens every three years on average
- Our neighbour has returned from her Ozzy adventure with much to say but no gifts (as promised) to reward our house sitting endeavours. Truth be told we didn’t expect anything. Meh.
Mother Dear is coping well having narrowly missed her house being flooded. She now sees it all as a big adventure, the details of which change with each telling. Her church was completely flooded so she feels a bit put out. I did suggest she might help clean up a bit….
More later. Be nice to each other. xx
