running lines

Woke up to the sound of birds this morning, which makes a change to the usual rumble of village people making their way to work. First on the menu was a bit of a read, followed by the saturday boiled eggn'soldiers.

Bumped into chunk and little pitbull mid-morning in Chester (actually, chunk charged into me in the middle of the ladies' department in Next: imagine a court jester with mahoosive muscles and you get a fair idea of what the loveable loon is like. Brought a HUGE smile to my face!!)

Took a stroll in the evening, blipping this, mid chippyteawalk. It's a close-up from a kindof outdoorsey excercise thingemebob: The village green is now dotted with such things like exercise bikes, monkey bars, pull up bars - even a squat machine. I'm trusting they're all weatherproof otherwise the metal bits'll be covered in rust within a few months (although I doubt they'll last that long if the local blazingsquadasboclub get wind of 'em).