This morning I went for my run. It was on with my heart moniter, trainers securely tied, and head down against the biting wind.
I ran along the river, the smells of ozone, the squawks of seagulls and the houseboats bobbing about in the water made for a wonderful 20 odd minutes.
Just as I got to St. Marys church a cyclist overtook me.
A woman wearing a camel coat.
A woman wearing a camel coat, black shoes and blue, serge trousers.
A woman wearing a motley variety of clothing cycled past me, instead of using sturdy bicycle clips the woman opted for:
wait for it
TAN POP SOCKS.
TAN POP SOCKS!
TAN POP SOCKS over her blue, serge turn-ups.
Tan pop socks over her blue serge turn-ups as she cycled past me in Battersea.
That kept me going for at least 15 of those 20 odd minutes.
The fact that I noticed her meant I was back in the land of the living, the last few weeks, I’ve had my head up my own glycaemic index.
I am sorry for being so remiss in writing but birthdays, acupuncture, shows, hail and regulating my sugar, have got in the way.
I am writing now because I am being taken out to THE IVY for supper.
When I get home it may be too late to say anything other than ‘Goodnight’,
Rest assured all your wonderful birthday and Easter greetings went down a treat.
The radio show is happening and I’m, beginning to enjoy it.
The husband is in the flat.
The daughter is on vacation.
The roomies are delicious.
The future looks rosy.
My blood sugar is down to 6.6 so for those of you in the know
Todays show featured a book called A$$HOLE about being nasty in the work place…..as if.
Then we talked dirty hospitals and fat women, The callers were funny and some really rude which always makes me laugh.
Its now 18.23 and I have to wash, tweak and get myself to Leicester Square by 7.30, so excuse me if I wrap up as I have to wrap up – it’s bloomin’ freezing out there.