Escape Route

On the strength of last night's forecast of no rain for today, I found myself out in the dark in the rain and getting very wet on my bike at what seemed an even more ungodly hour after the clock change of yesterday. As it was by then too late to change my mind and opt for a lie in, I duly did my allotted aerobic hour at the gym and scurried back to a hot shower in the castle.

I met a recently-emigrated- to- England friend for an early morning coffee to hear about her 6 week South American travels. Our mutual other friend was to join us , but when telephoned after her non appearance, it transpired she had forgotten. I blame the hour change: it messes with your brain.

Since the weather hadn't improved and in fact looked worse in the daylight, I would have been happy to call it a day and retire to domesticity, but the lure of a Mosque lunch with fellow blippers propelled me out again.
I found I was the only lady amongst the six stalwarts who turned up - StewartBremner, Tractor Factory, Eco Dad, Just sitting, Wingpig and Pensioner.
(I was surprised at how young the pensioners are getting now, a bit like the policemen).
We had a bit of a blether and admired Stewart's blip diary book and then it was home to pick 6 photos to be put into the castle sale brochure. His Lordship and I managed that without too much dissention.

As I started to write this blog I nodded off at some point. I find that very worrying.
I suppose it's what you get for starting the day in the dark... ( before the sparrow's first fart, as a male friend so succinctly put it)