Before I got my Garmin watch and started chasing segments and Karl Procter all sorts of things would come in and, more often than not, out of my mind when I went on my “runs”. Not so much runs really, on reflection, more meanderings through the Suffolk countryside. I may have told you that on one such stroll I calculated that if Chinese per capita daily calorific consumption was to increase to 2,500 ( still well shy of that of the US ) the additional demand could be met for one day only by slaughtering three times the number of sheep in New Zealand. On another came my idea for an upmarket Chinese travel agency which well pre-dated the deluge of outbound tourists. Why did I just sit on my hands? Or not buy 4661 JP.
Anyway, the reference to Christmas by the girl in Leon jogged a vague memory. One day earlier this year, I forget now exactly when, but probably late spring, I had been out for a run when a song came into my head. When I got home I made a note of it in my iPhone calendar. It had something to do with Christmas I knew that, but what it was or exactly why I had decided to do this slightly strange thing was now a blank. As I sipped my black Americano and pretended to read our Anchor report on Electric Vehicles, I perused my phone and eventually found the following entry on the 1st December. Two words…. “Mary Gauthier”. I had to resort to Google of course but then I remembered. See the link below. I can’t imagine the song helped me run any faster, but it’s sweet, it’s all about me, and it’s going to be my Christmas number 1 this year. Lame really, but it made me smile between my snuffles.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwmM5hUkaLE
Talking of stealing Christmas trees I got home yesterday to find a summons to Jury Service. Watch out petty criminals of Cambridge. Suggest you go easy a few weeks before 18th January comes along. Not to pre-judge you obviously.
Oh…and if you are struggling for present ideas here’s what your typical 21 year old daughter would like, but is not expecting obviously:
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