Well, I did promise myself I'd get off my arse today. Thankfully I made good on it, although not in any spectacular way. I feel better for it, but then again, I felt better anyway, otherwise I couldn't have got on with stuff. QED.
I forced myself out of bed early and look Darcy for a walk. We did the full 2.5 miles around the Memorial Park, clockwise. It was as much exercise as I've done all week, and my muscles were rebelling slightly, but I persevered. Darcy was very happy and ran the whole distance in the way that I remember running a walk with adults as a child. I would run on ahead (in fact I would usually skip) then stop to examine something, by which time the trailing adult would arrive and I would run on again. Darcy also did the child's trick of stopping at forks in the path and looking back as if to guess the route.
I rarely walk in the morning and was impressed that people seemed to be in a good mood. Darcy jumped up into the middle of a couple holding hands. He was a bit muddy and they could have been annoyed at his breaking up their romantic moment, but they laughed in stead. Quite a few young people were about, I think because GCSE's are over. Three young men were in the skateboard park, not on their boards, but reclining on a ramp sharing bottles of pop and their i-pods. Darcy ran up to them and gave us all a joyful moment when he failed to make it to the top of the ramp and slid down backwards with a scraping of nails. There was a nice woman with a learning disability out with her friend. She wanted to pet Darcy and was charming in a witty way. She told me that they were going shopping next, which was my plan too.
I managed a healthy supermarket shop and resisted cakes, chocolate, crisps, and pastry. It was a bonus that the shopping was cheaper as although I had bought extra fruit and veggi burgers, I didn't buy any meat. Swings and roundabouts though I had to buy a new bathroom caddy from B&Q. The previous one has broken apart due to rust and it has been bothering me for almost two weeks. Finally, there I was at B&Q. The caddy, in a new style, was almost £13. Ouch. Funny how I would think nothing of spending that much on a take-away meal to last the night, and yet find it expensive for something that will be used every day and last two years (if it lasts as long as the last one).
I had lunch out and read the paper which was devoted to Michael Jackson's funeral. Again, I failed to be moved. I was impressed to read the sensationalist reports that me are now redundant, lab-grown sperm are the future. MJ would have loved that possibility I'm sure, given that his children have turned out to be biologically related to neither parent. It looks as though they were loved though. He protected them from the glare of publicity for the most part. Unlike his family who have thrust them right in to the spotlight. Poor kids, especially Blanket who will have to contend with having lost his Dad and with having a difficult name. I'm glad that our kids have almost grown up. If they lost us, they would be Ok. It's a morbid thought but true. Heaven knows what they would do with my fabric and their Dad's aeroplane books though. We'd better stay alive.
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