Good Morning! Wow, it's so busy in here today. After the warm weather of the past few days, I have decided that it's time to officially declare that Spring has in fact sprung and I have switched my drink of choice to green tea so, I'm feeling quite healthy and virtuous right now.
Last night around 6.30pm, we had an absolute down pour. The rain pounded down bouncing off everything in sight. The TV satellite was lost so had no picture for around 30 minutes and peering out of the window onto the patio, I could not believe my eyes, amidst the bouncing rain were bouncing balls of hail, no wonder it was so noisy! Amazing considering how warm the day had been. It all lasted around an hour then faded away leaving that gorgeous, everything-washed-clean, fresh, earthy smell that you get after heavy rain. By 9am we had thunder and lightening and more rain, it sounded wonderful. It's a lot cooler today and while I've kept the short sleeved top, the boots have made a hasty return.
I ran for an hour this morning and spent the first 30 minutes writing in my head. I stumbled upon a writing competition yesterday, they've given the opening and then you have to continue to finish the first chapter. I've just written what I could remember from the run but of course, now that I have paper before me, it doesn't flow as well or sound as good. Still, I've made a start and the deadline isn't until May 10th so we'll see.
Not sure what I'm doing this afternoon. Really need Tracy Anderson to kick my butt, I haven't done that workout for two weeks now and really need to get back to it, plus, B may arrive to give me a hand with the garden so I'll see what's left of the afternoon after that.
As per the norm, now that the warm weather has arrived, the British man, (God bless him,) has reached into the deepest, darkest depths of their wardrobes and pulled out the most disgusting shorts they can find to inflict upon the nation. I really shouldn't disparage all British males, I can only speak of those that reside in my vicinity. It's like an affliction. As I left the post office on the way home, a man walked past wearing a bright red t-shirt with the slogan; "what's not to love?" emblazoned across his chest in giant white letters. I really wanted to lower my window, call him over and ask how much time did he have to spare? Swiftly followed by; where should I start?
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