That Saturday Feeling

I read 'The Messenger' every week, when it comes out on a Wednesday. Tells me everything I need to know about what's going on in town. Who needs a flatmate, how much fire wood costs, jobs, and wot's on.

I mentioned Aspiring runners the other weekend, and that I hoped Spook would check it out for me. He didn't (well, it was quite cold). So here it is again. Aspiring runners meet at the 'outlet' at 2pm. Spook thinks it means 'those who aspire to running', and will therefore be joggers. I do believe, that as we live on the edge of Mount Aspiring National Park, that this is the club name and that they will be full on runners, who will dash off round the first corner and leave me behind. I'd love to turn up and run freely in the style of Phoebe from Friends, arms and legs flying all over the place. Or maybe I'll not turn up at all. Maybe Finn will need me to stand in goals. Yes, I forgot, my son needs me. Poor wee toot. (after school he said 'this is the first time I feel I actually live here' - must be because I made pancakes).

I got Meg a couple of scary looking tops for her Goth outfit, from the recycling yard (musn't call it the dump). I also bought the electric frying pan, on which I made the beautiful pancakes. And I spied there, a bike with a long trailer attached. I enquired about it and it has been specially designed to fit the recycling bins in town and is the eco-friendly way to pick them up. Hasn't actually been tried out yet, but I was suitably inspired to overcome my shyness and offer to give it a shot if they ran out of puff. What a great job! She took my number. Imagine how good it would be. I'd need to take the work vehicle home with me so I could get on the job early as possible, and it would take priority over the Toyota in the car port.
Nice.