It's Bank Holiday Monday however even some of the banks are open. Pretty much everywhere is open, especially retailers, such is the demand for round the clock service by the public... me included. I do feel sorry for the workers though who do have to come in today.
Yesterday's walk was good, it was only around 2300 steps but we did take a short route. The weather was gorgeous and I was frequently too hot for comfort and couldn't sit on benches in the sunshine for too long, (the tank top and boots may have had something to do with that though.) B decided it was because I was missing the one eighth Maori that she possesses but then added I am 50% Welsh. Not sure what that gets me though.
B needed to take a breather towards the end of the walk as we progressed up a slight hill, so we sat on a bench in the shade and worked out our Royal Wedding names. You know how to work out your porn name? Well it's something like that, you are either a Lord or Lady. You start with one of your grandparents names then your double barrelled surname is your first pet combined with a street you grew up on. I'm Lady Phoebe Gyp-Prescott. Being sister's, B and I would have shared the name so I made her go down her Maori route and she turned out to be Lady Kiri Gyp-Pershaw, Gyp must have been around seven hundred years old when he finally died. Anyway, the walk was lovely even though we took our lives in our hands at the start, I was dive bombed three times by falling (faster than the speed of light,) pine cones which missed me by centimetres.
I still can't tell the difference between Rhododendron's and Azaleas, although in my defence, they're apparently part of the same family. Every time I think I've cracked it, B corrects me, but I do know Magnolia's when I see them, they're one of my favourites, and I have a flower crush on Wisteria, it looks so beautiful when it wafts in the breeze.
I was sad to read yesterday that Clive James, multi talented journalist and writer among many other things, has been battling leukemia. I remember watching Clive on his TV show when I was little, he was very witty, had a very dry sense of humour and was just brilliant. I think it used to be on, on a Sunday night, and I was probably trying to delay going to bed because the longer you delay actually going to bed, the further away going to school remains... child's logic.
Because I always think I'm going to have nothing to tell you, I've started to jot things down to remind me, as my memory is shocking. Yesterday afternoon, I wrote; pine cones, Clive James and Regrets only. Regrets only? What? I have no idea.
No running again this morning but I did Tracy Anderson abs and arms. Arms were dropping off before the end of the set. Can't wait for, "pretty, dainty, feminine," but with my abnormally long arms, I'm not sure I'll be able to pull that off. Butt is killing me after yesterday so I must have done at least part of the workout right.
Heading home soon to blitz kitchen then create chili. Never attempted this before so not exactly sure how it'll turn out, the way my tum has been recently, not even sure if this is a wise idea but we'll give it a whirl. If it's awful, I'll give it to B, she'll eat pretty much anything. I'll probably then have to re-blitz kitchen.
The Bondi Boys won most popular factual program last night at the Logie's, quite right too. I would have been horrified by any other outcome.
I am so in the mood for a scone, I may have to get one on the way home. Hope first day back at work wasn't too tiring. Take care, don't over-do anything x
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