My favourite place in Guildford – to run, walk, or just be in.
Today, I ate
- a 150g bar of Dairy Milk,
- half a McFlurry with cookie crumble,
- three chocolate chip brioche swirls, and
- two Cornetto cones.
These may constitute ¾th of my total calories today. All sugar. All crap. All I crave, and then hate 1.
No más azúcar. ¡Por favor!
- Except Dairy milk. I never hate dairy milk. I should eat less of it, but can’t hate it. ↩
I kinda sorta fell in love with this jacket today. The colour triggered the love at first sight, the design and cut knocked me over. The price – discounted to £29 – almost sealed the deal.
The only thing holding me back was the rational mind nagging me about how often would I really wear this jacket. It may also have been half a size larger than ideal.
Should I buy it?
It would be very nice to have a friend again. I would like that even more than a date.
Charlie, in Perks of being a wallflower
Me too, Charlie. Me too.
Fire1 = the ankle injury a month ago.
Things = good habits lost, bad ones picked up.
Nothing to do with the movie. Other than that I love the movie, and it’s title.
Lazy morning in bed reading.
Long walk with boys in the Chantries woods – my favourite running space in Guildford. Can’t run, so made it a hilly walk with the boys.
Cool shower, warm shave.
A spicy naked burrito for lunch, drowned with a free Coke zero.
A pint by the river to soak the sun, reading a saucy, spunky book in pubic 😉
Followed it up with an ice cream from the van, enjoyed while walking by the river – through waggy dogs, playful kids, picnicking families, and a few sunning beauties.
Finally, had a lovely cortado before the ride home, and picked up a biscotti for later.
Now, back with the boy, with cuddles, and whining, belly rubs and bum scratches.
The best bit: no vomit anywhere == the grub stayed in the tummy 🙂
Oh, and back watching the French Open. (Djoko just won his match)
So what would you have me do?
Nothing. Sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do.
Tyrion to Daenerys
I have to call parents. Didn’t call them this week. That’s about 45 mins gone.
Then I have to call an aunt who’s visiting her injured son in the US. She’s been calling at odd times, I haven’t answered. I guess she’s bored and lonely. 30 mins.
I haven’t spoken to the sister in a long while. May give her a ring. 5 mins, if she picks up.
And it’s been 100+ days since I fell off the wagon – I was on a streak of calling one of my old friends once a week. 10-30 mins, depending on the friend.
It’s gonna be a long day! Glad that R is going back to London, sparing me some ear capacity.
P.S.: It’s still a ‘phone call’ if I’m calling most of them on Duo, right?