I was up bright and early, well early, maybe not quite so bright and was out of the door just after eight. It was minty fresh and I didn't wear my dayglo jacket. Best thing to do, get running and get warmed up. Last weekend I managed an 8.5 mile outing, I didn't run all of it but i was delighted to be back out there pounding the lanes and pavements. Today's run entailed more running, less walking but about half the mileage of last Sunday.
I was delighted to spot the return of the swallows, near to their usual spot but as their farm has had recent building works and new occupants including a big brown labrador they were further down the lane and I wasn't able to work out where they are nesting. I only saw one swooping low over the lane and hedge but there's no mistaking that elegant sweep of wing. Truth be told I saw them first two weeks back at Taunton Races. Several of the magnificent little creatures were feeding on the wing along the race track. Fortunately not when thundering hooves were galloping through.
Yesterday Mr Burgess and me had a relaxing day off. Not having any plans for the day we played our left right game to see where we would end up. One of my turns led us to turn north onto the M5. Mr B decided he didn't wish to visit Bridgwater so we carried on until a brown sign suggested Clarke's Village. Being a grey and drizzly day and that I had a few bits and bobs to buy we turned off. Next a bright yellow 'look at me' sign advertised a massive antiques and collectables fair at Shepton Mallet. Mr B made a quick phone call to Pilgrims at Lovington and our day was favourably planned.
First stop, a spot of shopping. Gentlemen, look away now. I have always considered myself perfectly capable of buying the correct size for my upper undergarments but I have recently had difficulty in getting the fit right. My lady lumps do increase and reduce regularly but at this time we are at the former end of the statement and I fear gravity is being very unkind. With a little help I was astounded to discover my band size needed reducing by one size and the cup size upping by three! Dear Lord what on Earth have I done to deserve this? My recent attempt at dieting just will not result in shrinkage of my appendages. A Wonder Bra add with my good self would currently create havoc on the roads!
Lunch at Pilgrims never disappoints although we have only managed to get a table twice before, hence Mr B's quick phone call. I succumbed to fish and chips, not any fish and chips you understand, but by 'eck the best I've ever had. (*Whispers, followed by lemon posset with a blackcurrant compote, shhhhh)
No money was spent at the antiques fair although our eyes were turned by a pair of orange leather and chrome 60s chairs, a glossy brown Italian leather handbag and some 1920/30s glass and rolled gold necklaces. I am now looking at the perfect spot for the chairs and wishing we had paid them a little more attention. I'll not mention this to Mr B.
My next runs are planned for Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. There, I've written it, I have to do it!
Until next time I'll leave you with...
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