On the Eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me…
Eleven Pipers Piping, Ten Lords a Leaping, Nine Ladies Dancing, Eight Maids a Milking, Seven Swans a Swimming, Six Geese a Laying, Five Gold Rings, Four Calling Birds, Three French Hens, Two Turtle Doves and a Partridge in a Pear tree.
We are nearly there folks. The Twelve days are nearly done and I for one am so glad because my house is a mess. Leaping and dancing, milking and laying. My carpets will never be the same again I swear….
So today see’s many of us back to work. Some may have returned already, some may have worked the entire time but from what I can tell, the bulk of the workers are returning today and a shock to the system it may well prove to be…
Personally it feels as though I only had a couple of days off and if I am honest, that is the way I like it. I was kept busy and entertained for the bulk of the time surrounding the festivities and had a few days and evenings where I simply pleased myself. I should like to have done more exercise but the pesky cold kind of precluded me from that. As for walking, I never feel as though I can do enough but the bloody weather has been so shocking, I have barely gotten out without fear of being washed away!
So because rain was still stopping play, yesterday we decided on a quick trip to the “Outlet” village in Swindon.
A great place to while away the hours, wandering around the shops, looking at anything from Teabags to Sleeping bags and Cook Books to Biker Boots…! The best bit about the place – apart from being under cover, is the fact that there are coffee shops around every corner so you get to choose a new one at every stage and if you don’t fancy the one you are presented with, you know there will be another along in just a hundred yards or so!
Once the day was passed at a gentle pace we returned and took the dog for for a well earned stroll especially as it had stopped raining and was a nice bright starry night.
The perfect way to end the day and the life of relaxation before the usual 100mph life comes back into play this week starting to plan and prepare for the great HENRY Charity Walk of 2016 where I plan to raise £10,000 by walking 170 miles.
Madness I hear you cry! Well that is the only way we get people to sit up and take notice. You get a fat bloke who couldn’t walk more than 30 yards to lose a heap of weight then ask him to walk 300,000 over the space of ten days following two of the UK’s most treasured National Trails!
Sounds like a plan doesn’t it! Well the planning starts today so expect regular begging notes asking ALL to donate as generously as their pockets will allow by simply clicking on the Just Giving link at the top of the page and pledging a small donation. Obviously we love the money that jingles but we would prefer the kind that folds so please do think about what you can do and give whatever you can afford.
Don’t worry if you can’t do it today, this message will bamboozle ALL of you by the middle of June this year when I finally set off and give you peace and quiet for a few days as I stop the talking and do the walking ….
Stay out of the fridge.