I took another loop through the Uxbridge golf course on a beautiful Spring day, a balmy 15°C. From the indiscreet roar of a new McLaren hurriedly joining the M40, to a screeching pandemonium of immigrant ring-necked parakeets and then the polite plinking of native coots on the Union Canal, there was lots to hear along the way.
Earlier, I was walking around the office with other team members, all in fundraising themed flat caps; a bake sale fund raiser. I ended up contributing stuff hastily purchased from M&S this morning after my savoury crepes went wrong - I whizzed the batter after adding pine nuts and the cooked galettes tasted pine-sap awful - I generally add whole pine nuts while cooking, without such change in flavour - is this like whole almonds becoming vile when transformed to marzipan? Always learning.
And if you're a sign writing sports fan, remember that first isn't always on top.
And now, a doggerel haiku memorialising a morning view:
Street parked stroller
memory distressed mother
baby car all missing
Blog bonus: like rugby? You might enjoy this post.
Just 432 km left before the Three Peaks itself. And here's where to go if you feel like sponsoring us. Every day is what you make of it. Why not make someone else's?
And if you're a sign writing sports fan, remember that first isn't always on top.
And now, a doggerel haiku memorialising a morning view:
Street parked stroller
memory distressed mother
baby car all missing
Blog bonus: like rugby? You might enjoy this post.
Just 432 km left before the Three Peaks itself. And here's where to go if you feel like sponsoring us. Every day is what you make of it. Why not make someone else's?
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