Saturday night


What the starter should have looked like…

Rule one of being an interior designer:  Never have your clients round to your house. It is very difficult to talk with any conviction about the merits of Farrow and Ball paint colours and space planning when they know you actually live in a world of chipped Dulux and dog beds.  I broke this rule on Saturday night to have some particularly lovely clients from Horsham round for a BBQ.

It had been a busy week.  I had knocked the house down and rebuilt it one metre to the left, got a new kitchen fitted and gone on a Cordon Bleu cookery course. At 5.30am on Saturday morning I was already stuffing bits of smoked salmon into bits of smoked salmon whilst coping with the heat and Frimpong, the new puppy. I even made 3 puddings as I knew I could eat all the left overs in the week as part of my carb loading programme.  The evening was very successful however fatigue set in and I nearly fell asleep in the cashews nuts before we had even got to the starters.  I don’t know what was going on at Gatwick but the noise and frequency of the planes overhead was unbeliveable. They were coming in so low I could see the pilots’ boxer shorts. Hairy Male teenager did well.  He managed to do more than grunt when introduced to the guests and his jeans were not in the usual place around his knees with his pants showing.

All these preparations had really affected my training schedule so I had to get up at 5.00am on Sunday to do my LONG RUN.  I was so tired that I slept for the first hour apart from having a quick glance down to check I was not still in my pyjamas.  I was pleased to see two white wobbly legs poking out of a pair of old shorts.  I keep going mile after mile safe in the knowledge that the more time I was out of the house, the more washing up Husband would get done.  On my return I saw a text from Little Trevor ‘Dearest Runner Bean would you like me to escort you to the Uckfield 10K this morning. It starts at 10.00am?’ Such is my love for Little Trevor that I did consider running the 10K after my earlier 12 miles but I decided against it and just replied  ‘You know I love you very much but I can’t make it this morning’.  I then went back to bed with a nice cup of tea and the Sunday papers.

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