Been a little while one way or another, but don’t get too excited. I can tell you, things have not been going that well for me. Cutting to the chase, ok, I beat Bob, but I didn’t come close to beating the GB 45-50yrs Female Team triathlete, when I ran the Crick up in Rugby a couple of weekends ago. And I got walloped by another lady too. She was 23 years old and 5ft 11inches tall, a former British schools cross country champion and currently modelling for Vogue. I chatted to her briefly on the start line and, as you might imagine, tried very hard to keep up with her, but that didn’t last very long. And, if that were not frustration enough, having set myself, in this my final attempt, the target of getting under 1 hour 20 minutes, I staggered over the finishing line 4 seconds over. Aaaagh.
Further ignominy struck this week delivered by my middle brother who the day after I ran my fastest ever 10k, albeit my Garmin went a bit wonky which probably shaved a bit off my time, wandered out into Hyde Park and blitzed me. I have since had really disturbing dreams about this and am planning a new attempt on Saturday if it’s not windy and I can find a decent enough downhill stretch.
What else? Well in a rare exhibition of social conscience - recall perhaps that she began her year off not saving turtles in Costa Rica or building schools in Kenya, but with 6 weeks on the beaches of St Lucia – Jimmy went to help in the Calais Jungle this week. The less kind members of her family had suggested that if ever there might be a way to persuade the Syrians to go home and take the chances with Assad then an encounter with Jimmy was probably it, but I was only joking.
No, I started this thing email doing my usual and bemoaning my lot, so let me get back on track. Lottie, my 15 year old, is having her tummy-button pierced tomorrow. My baby-darling?? Actually the truth is I’m surprisingly unfazed. You become a bit inured to this sort of thing I suppose. I was trawling through some old stuff and found this from 2011….
Hard to follow that one isn’t it but how about this for inspiration. My brother – I’m still talking to him despite his ruining my sleep – tells me that his eldest son formed a team for last nights’ quiz in the Station Inn, Lower Largo. They called themselves “And in First Place”……. They came last but that’s by the by. They had their moment in the sun each round when the organiser read out the various team scores.
PS I’m quietly confident I’ll have a moment in the sun. Well the Telegraph at least. I’ve written to the Editor in response to one by a certain Mr. Frederick Forsyth in today’s edition.
Sir,
Mr Frederick Forsyth's stance concerning the EU's true intentions should hardly surprise. He hatched an elaborate and compelling, if ultimately unsuccessful, plot to assassinate General De Gaulle, after all.
David JM Sandison
Bovills Hall
Gazeley
Suffolk
CB8 8RE
PPS Just on the off chance you are under the illusion that I lead a particularly action-packed life, I can’t tell you how excited I am about tonight’s episode of The Archers. I can feel a big one coming on.
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