Some folks live 51 weeks of a year, for the expectation of one weeks holiday, that seems strange, especially if the united folks with the brochures end up in estrangement.
Foxy tuning into your thread for first time. Will navigate it more later. Looks interesting. I presume you will be watching the England/Windies Test series this month. Pure cricket again after what seems like an eternity.
It may surprise you to know Swannie, that I’m not a big sport watching fan. If time (and Mrs Fox) allows I like to watch some golf, especially the masters, I always follow F1, but only on channel 4 which only shows the highlights now, and I don’t care too much for this ‘Black Lives Matter’ crap. I wouldn’t dream of paying to watch any sport on TV that used to be televised gratis at one time.
The ‘Tour de France’ is essential viewing for me as I consider it the toughest sporting fixture in the world. But then again, if it didn’t come free over terrestrial TV I’d have to give it a swerve. I can watch snooker providing the players are interesting and skillful. I spent a lot of my youth at the business end of a snooker cue…
I’m afraid cricket and football don’t really interest me, being an ultra distance runner I’ve never been a team player…Thanks for looking in to ‘Bob’s Bits’ though I appreciate your comments and you are very welcome…
It makes you wonder if covid has been introduced to help the British tourist industry (among others) Spitty…We all think differently about life now, and stranger motives have been enlisted to obtain certain outcomes in the past…
Foxy, sometimes things like crises pop up at a point where a conclusion is about to be arrived at, take 2007-2008, within the confines of this country, the economy was one horses whisker from catastrophic meltdown due largely to the credit boom, just as the shit is about to hit the fan, we have a Global Banking Crisis, which alters the domestic dynamic, we will never know what would have happened on the Pragmatic Path.
How are the morning runs going, Bob?
We haven’t heard much about them lately 
Hi Mags…
I’m just approaching a landmark date in my running career. On the 28th July 2020 It will be exactly 42 years since my first ever tenuous run…
Since then I have never had a layoff of more than 3 Months, even following two heart attacks.
I’m glad to report that running continues apace…
Seriously though; It’s been hard going this year with times dropping off and recovery taking longer. Although having said that, I put in a years best time on my eight mile course last Sunday, where I ‘ran out of my socks’ so it’s not all doom and gloom, but runners tend to be hard on themselves when old age creeps up on them. I suppose it’s that dogged determination that had made us the runners we are…or were…
What with this Covid thing I haven’t been able to embark on any adventures this year, and to be honest, I’ve quite got used to not going out and seem to have lost the drive to venture out into the world. I suppose it’s the fact that I’ve been lucky so far and don’t want to tempt fate by getting too complacent. I am a man of many hobbies, and I never get bored always finding something interesting to do, so it’s been easy to stay at home.
We have booked Sunday lunch at one of our favourite restaurants, and will be accompanied by our good friends and neighbours. We have missed not going out together and will have a lot to talk about, although we spend plenty of time nagging over the garden wall…
It’s good to hear the running continues Bob, I did wonder if you may have had an injury of some sort.
What an amazing landmark to reach next Tuesday … enjoy it!
I can fully understand the getting used to the “not going out” syndrome, I feel the same now having got used to it all these months.
Enjoy your lunch out tomorrow Bob, you’ve earned it! 
Thanks Mags, I’m sat here in my best shirt and old faded shorts (don’t want to crease my trousers before we go in an hour) Put in a decent 8 miler at first light this morning, and although it wasn’t as fast as last week, I still enjoyed being out in the country with the sounds of nature all around me, and just plodded round.
I took another tumble this morning…
I had only been out for ten minutes when running along the side of a field I kicked a stone and the next thing I remember was making love to mother earth and gasping for breath.
Hands, knees, and elbows took the worst, but at least I managed to get my hands down first to avoid any head contact. I seem to be struggling with co-ordination and not lifting my feet high enough to clear the rough terrain. And I call myself a ‘fell runner’…Pardon the pun…
Anyway, after a short pause to brush off the mud and foliage, get my breath back, and do a quick damage assessment I continued on to produce a poor time…
In other news…We had a great Sunday lunch (at one of the places on Swims list as it happens) the beef was lovely and lean with plenty of veg. I decided to have the veg soup for starters instead of a pudding, but once I saw Treacle Sponge and custard on the menu I succumbed…All washed down with a nice glass of Merlot…
Ouch Bob … I hope you don’t have too many bruises, aches and pains tomorrow.
Glad you enjoyed your meal with your friends yesterday, it’s nice to have a bit more normality into life again. 
Thanks Mags, it was brilliant to go out with them and have a good catch up. We normally go out with them at least once a week in normal circumstances, but have only spoke to them over the garden wall since March, missed them so much…
Fence painting on the cards tomorrow if I can get out of bed, but first I promised a neighbour that I would have a look at his chop saw, it keeps blowing fuses…I sometimes feel like an Electrical problem solving Poirot…
That’s interesting, I’ll know who to get in touch with if the need arises! ;-)
I’m yer man Mags…
Very smart too, Sir! 
Thanks again Mags…
I’ll try to stay on my feet during tomorrows five miler, to be honest though, I’m not really looking forward to it…
The good news; I managed to fix my neighbours Chop Saw, and fit a new cable, it looked like he had been skipping with it…
The weather looks like it’s taking a change for the better, so the Foxy fence mending and painting department will swing into action…
Been there many times Foxy, when doing 30000 paces a day (210000 per week, nearly a million a month) I tripped up on nearly monthly basis. On that many paces the mathematical chances of tripping up against someone who does say 5000 paces is obvious, but the Stats were compounded by a dollop of inherent clumsiness. The worst one was in the bad winter of 2010, on one of those concrete imprinted driveways. one minute everything was good, the next, I was lying on my back looking at the sky, split my elbow quite badly but, did some sort of damage to my hip, which should have been assessed medically, kept me off my feet for about ten days.
On the day of reckoning Foxy, there is nothing more that I would like to see is a video replay of all the trips and falls, go out with a good belly laugh hey.
That’s some impressive stepping Spitty…
Those concrete drives are lethal, I did a similar thing on one of those pebble dash things when I was posting for England (now I only post for Over50’s)…And it was around the same time as your fall. My elbow was never the same again, but I never let go of my bundle of letters…:-p
I reckon it was lazy running that done it the other morning, I was taking it slow and my foot lift would have been low. Too low to clear a protruding rock…Momentum and gravity did the rest…
After Tuesdays tumble I wasn’t looking forward to this mornings five mile run. Confidence takes a battering, and as you age you are always wondering if this is the beginning of the end, and is my coordination suspect. It’s not like you have a say in the matter, one minute you’re jogging along nicely, and the next thing you remember is chewing the dirt and the heavy collision between your body and the ground.
It would be over the same route as Tuesday, and that same boulder strewn path along the side of a field, so I started off slowly and cautiously until I realised that I was actually running slowly when I fell. I have, over the last few months, lapsed into a lazy style of running, raising my feet the minimum to conserve energy, and that is just the thing that legged me up. Had I adopted a faster pace, my leg lift would have been higher and cleared any object that was raised in the path.
So based on that, I quickened the pace, and not only did I avoid any further obstructions, I managed a decent time as well…And here it is:-