For the first time in 86 days we woke up to No Rain. So overcome with this unexpected turn of events, we decided to forgo our usual lazy morning reading of several papers, interrupted only by rock/paper/scissoring for the next round of coffee, and wandered through the sunny park in search of breakfast.
Post-breaky, we took care of some Grown Up Business at the bank like Proper Grown Ups. After the revelations we decided to close our joint bank accounts with HSBC. It feels so good to vote with our feet! I have also moved my personal banking to the Co-op (my account was opened by a woman called Beryl, whose dulcet Midland tones suggested I was speaking with a woman who would make a fine victoria sponge).
The afternoon was spent climbing Mount Laundry (sigh), and then I went for a run in my new magic running pants. I managed to NOT STOP for 30 whole entire minutes! Which I have never done before. I never thought I could learn to run let alone learn to LOVE to run. Yay for bodies. And afterwards, through the magic of twitter I met Eileen Valazza who’s blog is all kinds of lovely. I want to join her Secret Army of Wildly Enthusiastic But Super-slow Runners.
And in case by some miracle, this little update has left you hungry for more, I am chuffed to bits to be over at Weekends Collected today, with a new poem and some pics from a weekend we spent in an ancient English forest. The site is beautifully curated by Mrs Wise – check it out!