We have giants! I have had mice before (which was fun for the cats), and slugs (very unpleasant for everyone) and occassionally the animals have had fleas. But never before had giants. The proof is in the pudding - or rather the 3 metre high steel pudding spoon stuck in the ground, which we happened across while out on a run/jog/walk this week. It is in the middle of nowhere and is for no apparent reason. So we think it may have been left behind by giants while out on a picnic. Or perhaps they have buried something there and wanted to make sure they could find it again (wonder what that could be). It was all very Alice in Wonderland and just in case anyone accuses me of suffering from a lack of oxygen due to excess running, photographic evidence will be attached if I can work out how to do it.
The aim of going running is to get fit and make sure i can do a 10km in Sept without embarrasing myself more than necessary. But its also becoming very educational and entertaining. As well as discovering giants exist (who would you ring to share this discovery with.. David Attenborough?) I have learnt that my arm can swell up to the size of a baby elephants leg (no kidding) when I get bitten by some unseen insect that I'm clearly allergic to.
I've also learned that my son and dog are increasingly similar. The Mutt has lost several balls while accompanying me for a run - he insists on taking them out, which is fine as gives me an excuse to stop while I have to pick it up and throw it for him. But then he will get distracted, go off after smells and other interesting doggy things, and re-appear without the ball. He then gives me a look which definitley says 'where's my ball then, what have you done with it.' and looks indignant when I tell him he has to find it. He half heartedly snuffles about and fails miserably. This lack of responsibilty for his own things, habit of dropping stuff and expecting someone else will pick it up, and expectation that I somehow know where everything is, are all traits shared with Son, who's exhibited them since he was old enough to crawl. I wonder if its a boy thing or whether its just creatures who live in my house who develop these characteristics. Even though the cats lack possessions they too tend to just drop small furry things that they bring into the house sometimes, with no regard for putting them away or tidying up after themselves. The goldfish seem tto be the only ones unafflicted with these bad habits - so far.
The aim of going running is to get fit and make sure i can do a 10km in Sept without embarrasing myself more than necessary. But its also becoming very educational and entertaining. As well as discovering giants exist (who would you ring to share this discovery with.. David Attenborough?) I have learnt that my arm can swell up to the size of a baby elephants leg (no kidding) when I get bitten by some unseen insect that I'm clearly allergic to.
I've also learned that my son and dog are increasingly similar. The Mutt has lost several balls while accompanying me for a run - he insists on taking them out, which is fine as gives me an excuse to stop while I have to pick it up and throw it for him. But then he will get distracted, go off after smells and other interesting doggy things, and re-appear without the ball. He then gives me a look which definitley says 'where's my ball then, what have you done with it.' and looks indignant when I tell him he has to find it. He half heartedly snuffles about and fails miserably. This lack of responsibilty for his own things, habit of dropping stuff and expecting someone else will pick it up, and expectation that I somehow know where everything is, are all traits shared with Son, who's exhibited them since he was old enough to crawl. I wonder if its a boy thing or whether its just creatures who live in my house who develop these characteristics. Even though the cats lack possessions they too tend to just drop small furry things that they bring into the house sometimes, with no regard for putting them away or tidying up after themselves. The goldfish seem tto be the only ones unafflicted with these bad habits - so far.
7 comments:
Hi Jez,
Ta for visiting my blog. Isn't this weather GREAT?! Sorry to hear you got burnt, but it's understandable as I think we've all forgotten what sun is.
Nice to read you!
our dog does exactly that! Infuriating! And my husband had a horrible bee sting last week (see Thursday's post which blew up horrifically!
What a cool spoon! Perhaps you'll find the knife and fork next week.
That's a huge spoon!
It's good to hear you're sticking with the training. Are you feeling the benefits?
Sounds like a nasty insect bite. Could it have been a horsefly? My Mum got bitten by one once, and her leg swelled up to twice the size!
RT
I love that spoon - fantastic!
Great spoon, and I just love the Eat for England stamped on the handle!
Thanks for your comments ladies.
rebecca, my training has suffered badly due to me being far too sociable over the past couple of weeks. Will now have to run much more often and further to make up for this!
Hi Rob - well spotted, i hadnt even noticed! It is v cool!
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