Today I have officially entered the Bupa Mini Great South Run (1.5 km) on the day before the real Great South Run, so I can get my medal and T-shirt a day before Bud! I can't yet judge distances accurately, I could be running for as much as 4 minutes, right?
Pops gave me and my guitar a lift in to work today, not that it was planned or anything.
At lunchtime my favoured activity is 'Stacking Cups'. I'm not tall enough for basketball, I play enough Bulldog anyway and Art Class does not excite me. So I make things out of plastic cups against the clock, weigh them, spin them and that seems to keep me going. The Stacking Cups Teacher is one I feel deserves an end-of-term present.
On the way home from gymnastics, I was confronted (and affronted) by yet another simple activity I cannot do through lack of years. I got out of the car to help at the petrol station but there are big signs saying 16 years and over to operate a pump. How difficult can it be?
Apropos of nothing, here are the bullets we bought at the D-Day festival. One is hilariously dinky. We have some more inert ammunition lined up to collect at the weekend from a chap in Avebury. I wonder what else we can find to do in the area?
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