I’ve publicised my wager (see yesterday), and currently have a taker for £55. UKBTS will be the beneficiary if QPR beat Brentford and Wycombe in their next two games. If we fail to win both, I’m giving my season ticket away, and will take a break from it all for a year.
Did a huffy-puffy 3+ miles at lunchtime today. Much as I enjoy the opportunity to run in a pleasant park, during the day, when it’s bright, it’s frustrating not knowing the distances. I can only go by my watch. I ran for 36 minutes which will be just over 3 miles.
Not much to report, apart from two attempts on my life. First, I was nearly brought down by a golfball whizzing past my left ear at twice the speed of light and then, just moments later, I came within a hound’s whisker of being savaged by a large horrible dog. Don’t ask me what sort. A black one, with a gaping mouth like that of a starving shark. Ghastly brute. Why aren’t all dogs civilised and amiable and decent like Timmy in the Famous Five books?
