Mileage - 6; Time 46 minutes; Weekly Mileage 6
Oh god it's Monday. Bugger F***, F*** bugger t*ts, w**k, bugger b***cks. Monday morning. Start of the week. A time to start off fresh, full of hope, momentum and positive energy. Bursting with intent. A big to do list. Bring on the world, let me at it................then the alarm went, switched it off, rolled over, to sleep. F*** that, the week can wait. Homes Under the hammer Theme Tune can wake me up. I know it will be 10am then.
Nah, only kidding. Up and at em early doors. Tea, shower. rice cake, silk cut, pray, gratitude list, suit on, tie knotted, get knotted. Barnes station. Order tea, buy Times, wait 2 trains for overcrowding. squeeze on 3rd carriage, stand into Waterloo. City Line, delays. Queue, shuffle on train, shuffle off train. Russian Cafe, tea waiting, 85p. Into office. Morning all - kill me now. That's the morning routine. Thrilling huh?
Slow day really, spent trying desperately to avoid doing anything. Not a great attitude is it. Still, i don't think anyone sussed me as a looked super slick in my suit, tie and dazzling 80's short back and sides. (if anyone i work with or my Boss is reading this i merely say that for comic effect, truth is i worked like a little Trojan all day - The stationary was top class today. No fresh orders to report)
Left early doors to help organise my friend back from treatment, thankfully sober, clean and sporting a new found 'i don't want to kill myself' through drinking myself to death attitude anymore, which i have to say is a refreshing change. Good news, life may become slightly easier all round.
Got out early evening for a reasonably rapid 6 miler, as light was fading by the Thames. Felt OK, pretty good after 14 miles yesterday and always good to get out on a Monday and get some swift miles under your belt. Was slightly handicapped by extraordinary wind on mile 3. It took around 400 metres and several joined up quacks to rid me of it, luckily it was at a point on the river which was densely populated by several ducks. They seemed disturbed, as i made the noise of a group of super ducks quacking. But i think i got away with it. The lady running the other way gave me a look that i couldn't work out. Was it disgust at me or the ducks. Who knows and frankly who cares. I'm sure the ducks aren't writing about it in their duck blog tonight, though you never know.
Mammy Duck - "Hard day darling? Quack...
Daddy Duck "Yes darling i spent all day on the river you know just floating up and down"
Mammy - "Anything happen?"
Daddy - "Yes there was this 80's throwback human running along the river in big gay lycra, all us ducks had a right quackle at him. Anyway he let out a series of farts he thought were quacks. You could tell he was embarrassed. But there was this real fittie running opposite and he stared at her and tried to palm off the sound and smell on us lot. You know just by a look. Funny thing he thought he got away with it, but when the woman ran past him the other way round she held her nose, looked at us. winked. waved her hand to acknowledge the smell, looked back at him and did the wanker sign, all unbeknown to him. Funny what you see on the River"
Mammy - "That's funny darling. Now dinner's ready"
Daddy - "MMMM, i'm starving, what have we got?"
Mammy "Your Uncle A L'Orange"
Daddy - "Gumph"
Meeting at night, shared, felt better. Night
xxx
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