AUTUMN, YOU CAD!!

Autumn - so beautiful with his sunny skies, red leaves and bright berries a-growing... luring us into the belief that all is well with the world.

But don't be fooled! He's about to drag us into dark mornings, dark afternoons and icy-cold days and nights!

Gah!

I am about to enter my 15th English winter. FIF.TEEN.

I didn't think I'd make it past two - but I have ..all 10 Raynaud's fingers intact.

I'm not sure I'll stick around for another 15, though.

Southern Hemisphere, Anyone?

Ja, Oom.

REBUILDING BATH

Ha ha! Poor Barth.

THE VIRTUE OF FOOLS

Silence is the virtue of fools. Ergo. I am.

I realise that this blog has become a storage space for some snazzy mobile uploads and little else. This is not a Good Thing.

I wish I could report that my silence is because I have been kidnapped by the clebrity mafia who have insisted that I jet across the world with them; living la vida high-life: soaking up the sun on heaven-sent beaches, driving fast cars round Monacco, and quoiffing cocktails and hors d'œuvre in 5 star hotel lobby receptions while mwah-mwah double-kissing the cheeks of hot celebrities.

Alas not.

Instead I have been trudging the well-worn, damp and wet (stupid English summers) path to work. Tap tapping on a keyboard. And returning on the path home: with the occasional weekend away and triathlons to plod.

Hmmmm. Must. Get. Out. More.

Dit is die waarheid.

FAREWELL, VIRTUOUS JUNE

Oooooo. I'm loving this hazy-lazy heatwave. It slows everyone down to a g'day-mate-how's-it-g'aaan-ya-maahn-every-ting-is-ayrie pace. Brilliant!!

So. What a month! June two thousand & nine A.D. was most certainly a virtuous one.

I ditched all alcohol...

Took part in Jam-busting June...

Completed another Triathlon without drowning or falling off m'bike & kept m'dodgy ankle ticking over...

It was so virtuous that m'halo became self-polishing. It did.

So onto Debaucherous July, then.

Although I'm starting at the local tri club in a few weeks time: and it looks like they have a session (or two) of something or other every day - so there may be little time for debauchery.

Pity.

Working 9 to 5 @ 67?

Hmmm. I've just calculated that I have:

33 years, 1 month and 18 days

Until State Pensionable Age.

Oh Good.

MMMM. HOLIDAYS.

Mmm. Holidays are good. Tooo good!

And Menorca was a beautiful and as relaaaaaaxing as ever.

Baie Lekker.

I am Athlete.

I am Athlete. Hear me Roar.

....OK. Perhaps it's more like - I am plodder, hear me whimper.

I've just been and had a VO2 Max Test done and was all trussed up like a crash-test-athlete on a bike this lunchtime.

I dread to think what the results will be - but am turning a corner with exercising again.

Lekker, Sannie.