Sunday 31st May
A downpour at nine this morning hindered my energetic leap into the garden for my regular jogging experience. I like to run round the garden when I can. I don’t like to wear lycra in public. Why do I like to run? It gives me something to tell my doctor when he asks whether I do any exercise and it helps me sort out my muddled mind. Oh, and I can listen to music I enjoy without my two teenage sons’ unwanted comments.
This week has been extra muddled because, apart from running a (shockingly unsuccessful) promotion on one of my books, which I fear has a misleading title and an inappropriate cover, not to mention a mere three (glowing) reviews, I have a teenage son who is revising for his Baccalaureate, another who isn’t (torture, torture), and a husband who has to fix the digibox connection that was broken as a result of the removal of bindweed from the satellite dish and cables. It was my fault. I apologised. Click on this link if you like reading about the difference between signal strength and signal quality: What? I did, and it has led me round in several circles, all of them leaving me none the wiser.
Other highlights this week have included three visits to the Mairie to sort out planning applications for my sister’s house in the next village; catching a lizard who was hiding between my younger son’s mattress and bed base (remembering at the last minute that lizards can’t fly and taking it downstairs into the garden), and, finally, beginning to watch Game of Thrones with my husband, after the boys have gone to bed. Oh, la la! Episode five (and maybe six) of series one tonight. Cushions plumped and corkscrew handy. Who needs a digibox!
Which one can fly? Answer: neither.