A mild evening became a mild day. Not sunny, but pleasant, with birds tweeting in a vaguely spring-like fashion. The messy house must have been quite bad as it penetrated my psyche and I felt driven to do something about it. Meg and Victoria luxuriated about the place and a sleepy Finn appeared when it was time for me to go and buy Sunday croissants to consume at the sewage works. That was surprisingly pleasant - no bad smells, everything running smoothly and no noise to upset the newspaper Magnate next door.
Finn went up to Johns, Meg and Victoria went to Puzzling World and I chopped kindling and brought in the wood for the night. Can't be seen to be relaxing when the husband is out working on a Sunday. He did manage to get a run in up at the work which improved his lardy out-look, and I went for a run with Anne at 5pm, just after Spook got back. I ran to meet her with big cement filled boots and thunder thighs - the sure sign of a bad attitude. It's amazing how a bit of perseverence which passes while talking and is therefore not noticed, lifts the feet and the heart. I really enjoyed my run up and round Mt Iron and found it much easier than the last time I did it.
I'm grateful for Anne's continued encouragement to meet her for a run,
the mild evening that allowed us to get the house up to a balmy 24 degrees,
the wee blether with my old neighbour, Coleen, who filled me full of the interesting insight from having attended the hugely newsworthy court case at Christchurch these past weeks, as her husband Stewarts ex wifes family are at the heart of it. We were swapping notes on how you can't believe all you read in the papers, a la the newspaper magnate of our local Sun. It was like having an old friend to catch up with.
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