Hello Dear Boy,and thanks for the compliment re’ My Pic’…aye it’s one My G/Daughter took of Me with Her smartphone in My kitchen a few months ago,…Did You think I would look like an auld harridan shaking My fist and waving a tartan stick 
Don’t pay Gummy any heed,He’s just jealous because You’re so popular with the Lassies on here…Keep on keepin’ on Kiddo.
Bob, You should listen to what May says;
A) Because she is right &
B) Because she will come round and sort you out if you don’t! 
Now Twinkle…You must know by this time that I’m a little old sweet Lady who is a born pacifist and I would never ever resort to any kind of violence… (just don’t rattle My Scottish Wild-Cat Cage) :-p
Thursday…
After managing a couple of Sunday runs around my six mile route, I decided that, being as the weather was kind to runners, I would step up my weekly mileage and extend my Thursday run to six miles. It was a bitch from start to finish! Breathing was laboured and legs were aching and tired, it felt like the last six miles of a marathon. How I managed to get round without walking I’ll never know…
Friday…
The River Humber was like glass, not a ripple. The sun was warm and fluffy white clouds filled the horizon. I parked the motor at St Andrews Quay and regretted not bringing a pair of shorts along. Mrs Fox and me had brought some friends along to enjoy this beautiful six mile walk along the banks of the river. We completed the first three mile stretch which took us into the city centre of Hull, and after negotiating the large Wind Turbine Blade on display we found our way to the Secret Garden and lunch. The walk back took us past an endless row of large ships moored up by the Quayside with the contents removed and stacked neatly on the dockside. Timber from Finland mainly, but also stacks of steel from who knows where.
Travellers had occupied the waste ground adjacent the retail park and bags of rubbish had been discarded on the path, some had burst open revealing the contents and a large heap of industrial waste was piled high at the end of the cul-de-sac. Dogs barked and growled as we passed by, and children played among the piles of rubbish.
Most of the caravans looked brand new, and the odd glimpse through an open door revealed they still had plastic coverings on all the seats, A brand new Transit or Truck parked beside each Van suggested there was quite some money’s worth here. We hurried by, and I hoped they would be gone the next time we did this walk…
Sunday…
So it was with trepidation that I set off on this mornings run, I hoped it would not be a repeat of Thursday’s effort. It wasn’t, in fact the early pace I adopted, the warm sun just rising from the horizon and the spring like temperature tempted me to enjoy a quiet jog around the eight mile course instead of the six I had planned. So far so Good…
hope ya well insured for Mrs Foxs sake!
Sneezing all day yesterday and runny nose, felt a bit under par. After hearing about the advancing Doris [The Storm, not my bit on the side:-D] in the morning I nearly didn’t go out on my run today…
Mrs Fox came in from her early morning walk and proclaimed how warm it was, and it hadn’t started raining yet. So I put on my shorts, and raincoat, just in case and set off. Everything was against me, The sniffles, the fact that I had stepped up the mileage from six to eight on Sunday, and five to six on tuesday, and yet again I would try the six mile route. Not to mention the advancing Doris…It was going to be hard…
My legs were tired and heavy and the rain came lashing down before I had completed the first mile. Puddles were strewn across the road but I battled on.
The good news was that the strong wind was blowing from behind and giving me a shove, the bad news was, coming back it was in my face.
I jogged up a small rise in the road and as expected, Doris slapped me in the face, it’s wide open country here and with failing legs I struggled to keep going, almost blown to a standstill in places. I arrived home in a poor time but was happy to shut the door on it.
A drive to Cleethorpes now with some friends for lunch at a new garden centre Mrs Fox and me found on Saturday. We had planned a walk along the front, so I’ll see how I recover, and Doris willing…
My cats have sympathy with you Bob, Doris has been so bad here, this morning, that they have been kept in. It has even blown a brick wall over!
Doris hasn’t reached us on the East Yorks coast yet but just in case we’ve ditched our plans to go into town and plan to have coffee at our garden centre instead. So Eastfield it is!
Well done keeping going in the storm Bob, you showed her who was boss!
I actually felt sorry for you after reading today’s blog, Bob :hug: I just hope you haven’t caught ManFlu on top of your sniffles…
Don’t worry Mags, if he has caught Man Flu, we will get Mrs Fox to hide the remote control, he will soon recover then…and there is always the Pillows if he doesn’t. 
Perfect Twink …you always have an answer for any situation 
Well Doris didn’t live up to expectations did she - Just like some women I’ve known - But then, I probably didn’t live up to theirs! Apparently, at the met office, they alternate the names of these storms from a woman’s name to a man’s name alphabetically. So we shall eagerly await Eric’s arrival…Can’t say I look forward to being engulfed by Fanny though…:shock:
Re visiting the Garden Centre provided some navigation problems in that, it wasn’t where I thought it was, and although I hate to admit it, had to use the sat nav to extract me from the brown stuff…
The sniffles and sneezing seemed to have disappeared after yesterdays run, but the walk along the seafront was unanimously postponed until the warmer weather. Instead of a sandwich I succumbed to a delicious piece of meat pie and vegetables…
A bit gusty on the motorway returning home, but nothing serious.
Twink, I think it was worse on your side of the country, I hope your property remained intact. I don’t think cats like the wind, I know mine doesn’t, so we left her fast asleep in the back room away from the windy side of the house…
Thanks Val, I used up a bit more energy than I would have liked battling against the wind, but recovered quite quickly after my porridge with a generous helping of honey.
Some very nice meals to be had at Eastfield Garden Centre…
Seems to have turned out alright Mags, like Doris, the sniffles and sneezing seem to have blown itself out…Rest day today and tomorrow, so I should be good for Sunday’s run.
No Bob, the house is still standing , but I have a a brick wall lying on the ground and a medium sized tree that fell over into the field. I am hoping the farmer who uses the field , for crops, will offer to help move it.
If I lived a bit closer Twink I would come and cut up/shift the fallen tree, but I’m not noted for my bricklaying. For that you will need Tpin…:-D:-D:-D
Oooh I will see if Tpin can pick you up.
I would do you both a nice roast beef dinner, but if Tpin is with you I am afraid the dessert may have to be Cornettos.
That sounds too good to resist…;-);-)
I’m not going anywhere near your cellar though…:shock::shock::shock:
Well there isn’t enough cellar space for both of you, when I already have 10 men in there, and I couldn’t possibly make a choice between you and Tpin:-( so I will let you both go home after dinner.
So where have I got to in my ‘comeback attempt’…Well I haven’t run the five mile muddy lane course for a few weeks now, instead I’ve been jogging round a nice dry, clean road route out into the country and hardly had to clean my shoes. It is a mile longer at six miles, but I seem to have got accustomed to the extra mile three times a week and for the the last four Sunday’s have taken the ‘Long Cut’ to make it eight. This week, on such a nice sunny Thursday morning I did the eight again and shall probably keep it up now bumping up my weekly mileage to twenty two miles.
Although I’ve managed a couple of faster sessions it’s not going all that smoothly. I’m still struggling with stiff lower back and buttock muscles following a run. Fortunately, it has subsided by the time of my next run but I’m not getting into the ‘Zone’ - A sort of warp drive for runners, when there is no pain or tiredness and you feel that you could go on forever, and necessary for running long distances. So at the moment I’m not feeling the love…:-(…It’s looking like I’m going to have to enlist the services of a good Physio…
I will no longer comment on Brexit. I believe that everything that could be said, has been said, by me anyway and now it’s doing my head in. Dave Cameron put it to a referendum and I went out and voted for what I believe is best for the country. The majority of the electorate agreed with me and the rest is history. I doubt Theresa May will come and ask me for my advice on how best to wrap it up so my work here has been done. Amen…
Visited the cinema on Wednesday to see ‘The Viceroy’s House’ I really enjoyed the movie but it made me a little ashamed to be British. It’s true what they say about the Victor writes the history and I have never given it much thought about what went on in India after we decided to carve up the country and leave them to it. I thought that there had always been a ‘Pakistan’ but apparently not, it was created to segregate the Muslims from the Hindou’s [roughly speaking] and a problem that we seem to be coming up against now here in the UK.
We might not come to the same conclusion though. The film was produced by an Indian woman who’s relatives had first hand knowledge of what happened in those terrible times when families were split and forced out of their houses and villages. The largest displacement of people ever recorded until now, according to the BBC.
But aren’t the BBC always banging on about famine and strife somewhere in the world and looking to the viewers to foot the bill…Hardly a day goes by when they’re not asking for your brass to save the Tiger or Whale or put some money into some drought affected area. It used to shock me how people could live like that and what I could do to help, but after overdosing on it now it just goes in one ear and out the other. A bit like bombs going off in far off lands and killing scores of people. The media [especially the BBC] have been successful it turning me into a selfish uncaring desensitised human being who couldn’t give a s$$t about world affairs…
These days I know more about the news in Syria and America than I do about the news in the next village…Still…Rock on!
Just a quick catch up…
This mornings run took me completely by surprise ending up the fastest six miles this year, knocking almost two…Yes TWO minutes off my previous best time.
It wasn’t easy and I shall probably fall asleep in the cinema later…Going to Meadowhall for lunch and to watch ‘The Time Of Their Lives’ with Joan Collins and Pauline Collins…If it’s any good, look out for the report…
