I finally persuaded myself to go for a run up Mt Iron today. I like the fact that it's called Mt, as it sounds impressive even if it only took me 33mins from home to summit. While I was up there with some very happy Americans (Obama became the first black President of America), a biplane flew over and we could see flying helmets and goggles. The passenger give us a big wave and everyone cheered and waved back (This was Ralf's Tiger Moth 'buzzer.)I had a wee flash back to the end of a Drew's Challenge cycling weekend when we were stopped by the steam train at the level crossing just before the pub. We were in a group with Big Sam Mountain Man who scoffed at us as we all waved at the train. He claimed we were embarrasing him and looked like idiots. As the last carriage passed I glanced over at Sam, who was waving, with a big goofy smile on his face. He glanced back and had the grace to look sheepish. Softie.
My lovely young girl from the Job Agency offered me work 'housekeeping' on Saturday. That means I have to race through the rooms, making perfect beds that no-one can get in or out of and leaving not a speck of dust anywhere. I can do that!....Can't I? And while I was there, I picked up a job tomorrow morning wheel-barrowing sand around for a gentleman on the posh side of town. Also getting an application form for support work with elderly living at home, and for hours that will suit me.
Got to get through the housekeeping first.
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