Now, fear not, for I don’t plan to blog every day, but some things worthy of note (this being about nothing ever happening) occurred today.
One being the successful bullying of a few work pals into signing up to a 75 mile bike ride (or at least, maybe, to a 10 mile training ride). So place your bets now as to how that one goes.
To be honest, I have some misgivings about dusting of the Boardman and getting all fit again. I’m kinda enjoying my current ‘fuller’ figure. I’ve decided to think of it as my ‘burlesque’ figure. I am pondering finding a sport that positively encourages roundness. Sumo, perhaps.
The other thing that’s of note, on this second day of the year, is something rather odd that happened in the night. I had a dream about a poem about Ferrets.
It went something like this:
I went, one time, to a country fayre
A pile of ferrets, I saw me there
Huddled, snuggled, cuddled
In a hammock.
I thank you.
True story; my nickname as a youngster was Ferret. Because I looked like one. Still do, actually.