It must be the current UK heatwave causing UK bloggers pcs to wibble and go into meltdown. As am I. (I was originally going to give this entry the title of ‘Hot, Cross Bunny,’ but refrained for fear of attracting the wrong kind of attention!)
Not that I’m cross, really; just ever so slightly frazzled after spending half the day hurtling up and down the M40 visiting family and the rest of it until now, rushing round clearing the ironing pile. I’m sure I’ve sweated off pounds. (Chicken curry at the pub wasn’t the best choice on reflection). Though paradoxically, my pedometer readings are the lowest they’ve been for nearly a week – mere 1.98 miles. Which all goes to show, as Mr M says, how sedentary a life he leads compared to myself. The lowest I managed was 2 on Monday when I was at home, rising steadily through the week, with 13 on Thursday (not surprising really as I spend half of that rushing round serving coffees) and a magnificent 17 miles on Friday! To be fair, this last wasn’t a typical day. Much of it was spent in the other town where I met Mr Miff in the evening for a trip to see Star Wars latest. Not rated too well by either Mr or Ms Miff I’m afraid, but simple enough for a Miffy to understand. OK, the characters were ever so slightly one dimensional, and dialogue was at a minimum – a tiresome inconvenience between the real business of fight sequences. And of course, knowing what was going to happen took the edge off proceedings. All you needed to guess was when and how.
We followed this by a Cajun meal. Well, Cajun by UK standards anyway. We were told that croccodile was ‘off’ that night. (Sighs of relief all round). Actually we wondered if it’s ever ‘on.’ I suspect a gimmick to attract customers. Not that there were exactly a shortage of folk. The place was packed, with the entire quayside of eateries buzzing. I don’t think Ms Miff will be able to complain of lack of places to go when she moves this Summer. If she can afford a social life, mind you. This is an ongoing worry with her – seeing as her course is more or less 9 to 5, excluding homework etc and as it’s a foundation course, no student loan. How to fit paid work into this setup? As she says, it rather defeats the object of earning enough to have a social life, if she then has no time left in which to go out! I can see myself hopping on the train to go down and see her, laden with food parcels.
Ah well. She won’t be the first struggling student in the world. We’ll take things bit by bit. ‘Babysteps’ as Flylady would say.