The reality was that I shuffled downstairs to a mug of tea at 07.30, already in a funk because I was late, had a luke warm shower and NO breakfast, before joining the longest queue in the bank!
The warmer weather on the south coast seems to bring out the worst in fashion for some. Think 'People of Walmart' and you'll be close. One woman dressed almost head to toe in badly fitting lycra with her nose against the pie shop window said "Issss too facking 'ot to eat a sausage roll". Now I hate to admit that the golden flaky pastry on a home made sausage roll is known to be a particular downfall of mine, but I'm dubious about the origins of the piped pink goo inside a Greggs sausage roll! The lady herself looked a lot like the Greggs sausage roll (you are what you eat!). And that got me thinking......if I were a food, what would I look like?
I look like several shelled walnuts in a condom!
And so to Juneathon, and another month at trying to fit a little exercise into my day. I'm not going to be up there on the leaderboard, nor win any prizes for the most miles/kilometres/planks/dressing-gown runs (no wait....I could do that one!), but I will try my best.
I managed a small walk with the dog, and a 25 minute beasting from some muscle bound American woman!
Logged and blogged.
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