All Blobbed Out

[Seafront Plodder]

...of legs that were running.

Whoever said that was spot on! I'd only intended to run 3 miles this evening, and ended up running 6 and I could have easily gone on.

No lower back ache, and all in all I felt wonderful. After the midweek disaster I really am pleased with this run, as it also means that I can have a guinness or 8 this evening safe in the knowledge that this week's longee is out of the way. I took the MP3 player to take my mind off the pain I was expecting, but it didn't happen, probably thanks to the Queen album I listened to.

Every so often I get the urge to spend saturday evening in the (new) kitchen - Garth Brooks on the stereo (don't ask), and prepare a masterpiece. Well this afternoon I went to the local fishmonger, and bought 6 scallops for £6.47 . Along with associated slimey bits of seafood, I cooked a paella of which Antonio's grandma would be proud. Parsley, lemon and everything!

That earned me sufficient brownie points to go and play golf tomorrow with a couple of mates, that's as well as playing on Monday in an organised society I belong to. Does life get any better?

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I realise this is turning into a bit of a diary. Is anyone reading it or shall I stop whittering on?