- Bertha is broody. Whoever opens the eglu door gets treated to a display of her inflating herself like a pufferfish, and shouting irritably at us.
- I went to Kew and took dozens of photos of roses, as I do every year. They smelled incredible - I wish there was some way to replicate precisely that smell of rose. There isn't, but Crabtree & Evelyn's rose water comes pretty close. I love this stuff and splash it around quite liberally.
- My parents have acquired some hens, which is very exciting. My mother, and her father before her, used to keep hens when I was growing up and I am sure that is why I keep hens too. My Grandfather kept urban hens - long before such a phrase was used - in the grounds of the rather grand vicarage in Sheffield where he and my Grandmother lived when I was small.
- I am undecided about what sort of birthday cake to make myself this weekend. Perhaps I should ask Olivia to make one for me? Or am I too much of a control freak about my own birthday cake?
- I start a placement with a local District Nursing team next week. I am excited - this is going to be very different to all the hospital placements I have had so far.
- I am still loving the running. This pastime is a keeper, for sure.
- On Sunday, Graham ran seven 5K Parkruns in one day as part of the Parkrun Longest Day event. He did the North East London loop, and I joined him for the last race of the day at our local parkrun on Hackney Marshes. Graham usually runs 5K in around 20 to 21 minutes; my fastest 5K to date has been around 33 minutes, and that included some walking. I wondered if he'd already run six 5K races whether he might be going slow enough on the seventh for me to be able to run with him for a little bit? In the end he very sweetly offered to pace me for a 30 minute run (meaning that he ran at precisely the speed required to finish a 5K race in 30 minutes, and all I had to do was run with him). I wasn't at all sure I could do it, but being paced (and being exhorted by Graham to "focus" and "dig deep" in rather a severe tone as we ran) made such a difference - I ran the whole thing in a time of 30 minutes and 25 seconds. I was elated and told anybody who would listen that the experience was "harder than childbirth" - but on reflection I think that was endorphins speaking. It wasn't really harder than childbirth.
- I go bright red in the face when I run. Is this because I am unfit or just because I go bright red in the face when I run? I am unsure.
- I have made a rhubarb crumble every week for the past three weeks. All of us are wild about rhubarb.
- There is still a little bit of the rhubarb and peach one I made this past weekend, waiting in the fridge for my lunch today. Sometimes I love a day at home by myself.
|Red faced, after our race|