15 February 2009

Walking the talk?

We were going up to the boat today but we've just deferred that until mid-week as A needs to be close to one his servers - he thinks he's fixed it but he can't be sure until everyone has come in on Monday and given it a good hammering. We would have all had the pip if we'd gone up only to have to trail back again...Besides, it's given us some recovery time from A's birthday celebrations. He's got another year on the clock and thankfully is sounding better than his car which has got some sort of death rattle thing going on...so embarrassing when he drops me at the station...We had an enjoyable night at Romford dogs where my bets got more and more outlandish and my capital got more and more diminished. There was compensation in the form of very tasty lamb fillets in red wine with herb mash, followed by a toffee crunch gateau that caused me to put on seven pounds just by looking at it. One mouthful and I could feel my arteries hardening and much as I wanted to demolish the whole lot, the iron-willed dieter in me passed it to A - well, it was his birthday and his syrup sponge wasn't that big...honestly. However, I did steal the piece of Dime bar off the top before transferring ownership...blimey, how good was that? And there I was thinking I'd ditched the sweet tooth...


Yesterday I had the mad idea of walking coast to coast along Hadrian's Wall, taking one dog in turn to keep me company every day while A drives the motorhome cum support vehicle. I did wonder whether I'd taken Arthur's pills by accident - why else this flight of fancy - but thinking about it some more, it would be a great achievement. I look back at my life and worry that I've not actually 'done' anything, well not anything noteworthy, like swimming the channel or climbing a mountain. So does that mean I'm not sufficiently dedicated? Mmm, I think the truth may be something even more unpalatable - I'm too bloody lazy! Well, it's never too late to change so watch this space. If Bruce of Sanity can go for a new boat, I can go for a new lifestyle. Follow my adventures at insanebinthaslosttheplot.blogspot.com

P.S. Apologies to dundustin - you left a comment and my stupid computer that's got a mind of its own rejected it, rather than published it. Thanks for taking the trouble and glad it raised a smile!


5 comments:

indigodream said...

Now how cay you say you've done nothing. You've been selfless in your volunteer work with greyhounds, have given a great home to five needy hounds and are giving hundreds (if not thousands)of people a great boost with your blog every time you put fingers to keyboard. It's not all about mountains and the big public gesture :-)
Sue

Dogsontour by Greygal said...

Hey Sue, have you ever considered a career as a therapist? You do do wonders for a girl's self-esteem!
Apparently, Hadrian's Wall isn't overly dog-friendly so it may be Offa's Dyke instead. Or maybe just a walk to the nearest Costa instead...

indigodream said...

Finding a Costa on the more remote sections of the Huddersfield Narrow will be more than enough of a challenge!
Sue

Anj P said...

Also, the challenge does not have to be too energetic. I have decided that each year I will try and learn to do two more things. This year is is Spinning on a proper wheel and weaving on a proper loom.

Started this weekend, and I think I have turned into sheep, more fleece on me that the spindle.

Thinking behind this, is when on the boats full time, I can "fleece" an occasional sheep and cloth us. Hmm - maybe classed as sheep rustling!!!

Dogsontour by Greygal said...

What, no Costa on the HNC? I'm going to Stratford then...

Anj, good for you, I think that's an excellent philosophy. We used to have something that went along the lines of 'rescue a greyhound every year'...