So following on from my last post, my sore ankle didn’t stay very sore for very long. In fact by the Sunday, it was feeling sufficiently pain free for me to embark on the first of my timed walks.
It doesn’t take a genius to work out that a couch potato is not going to turn into an 11k steps per day, every day, for three months, athlete over night and, let’s be brutally honest, any attempt to prove otherwise will not be pretty and will probably result in a trip to hospital in the back of an ambulance, under blue lights, attached to a heart monitor!
No! Although completing the One Million Steps Challenge is my end goal, I will need to be reasonably fit before I start the challenge, if I am to stand any chance of succeeding. Continue reading
It’s been a trying and strange year for everyone on the planet with virtually the entire human population having to adjust to what has become known as ‘the new normal’. But even before Lockdown started way back in March, there had been dramatic but needed changes in the lives of myself and the Mudlets: Mud and I have parted company and I no longer live at Mudville! Continue reading
“But it’s only the 4th of January”, you may well be thinking, but when it comes to chillis and peppers, you really can’t start too early, especially when you consider that it can take several weeks for chilli seeds to germinate, or the fact that realistically there is only a short ripening window. No, the sooner you start chilli and sweet pepper seeds off the better in my humble opinion. My tomatoes won’t be that long behind either but they’re a bit trickier, as they have tendency to legginess (is that a word?) if kept in the house too long BUT I will struggle to get them ripe before the end of the growing season, if sown too late. Continue reading
If there is one thing guaranteed to strike fear into the heart of a Land Rover owners partner, it is the words ‘We need to bleed the brakes!’ and it was those words that Mud uttered yesterday! My heart sank because bleeding the brakes of a series Land Rover is never easy, is never a quick job, always involves much cursing and swearing and invariably results in mutterings about rusted bleed nipples, located in nigh on impossible to reach places, due to the nonsensical design whims of the Land Rover engineers of by-gone days. Continue reading
Even though she has never ridden one in her life, Little Mudlet is horse mad! I think this mostly stems from her hero worshipping of her adored oldest sister, Eldest Mudlet, who, as regular readers of my blog know, has her own rather special horse called Prince. Whenever she speaks to Eldest Mudlet, it is always Prince Little Mudlet asks about first, firing question after question about his wellbeing and what he’s been up to and it can be some time before she remembers to ask after her sister and her sisters’ fiancé. Continue reading
When he instinctively knows that mum isn’t feeling the best ……
Summer’s nearly over and the days are growing short,
The schools will soon reopen and there’s still uniform to sort!
Little Mudlet didn’t have any produce to exhibit in the local show but she did have entries for some of the childrens’ craft classes. Having been successful last year with her photography entry, she had been snapping away trying to get the perfect shot for several weeks and Friday saw me heading into town to do some shopping but also to use the photo printer which is in one of the shops.
It’s been almost four years since Mud built a not so little yellow Lego house for the girls to play with and in spite of his repeated requests for it to be demolished so that he can rebuild a new and improved version (the perfectionist in him hasn’t ever really been 100% happy with the finished model), both of the younger Mudlets have resolutely refused, happy with the yellow creation, sharing custody – for the most part, amiably – and incorporating it into their games at will. Continue reading