There are two significant benefits to wearing them.
1) I don't get so hot when I'm running.
2) I'm definitely a lot faster now than I was last week.
The reason for number 2) is simple- I'm so terrified of anyone I know actually seeing me in them that I run like the clappers to avoid it. So far, so good. Although M finds the whole thing Humourous and can't see the problem, but that is because he is a man, and therefore no amount of female flesh (either taut or slipping A Bit Too Far South), could ever be deemed enough in his eyes.
One of the benefits of running every day is that it earns you the Right To Drink Gin. This is The Law. I have tried drinking wine but worked out that a) gin is cheaper and b) it doesn't give me a stinking headache. I could also add c) it is healthier (because of the addition of lime, which is bound to count as one of your five a day) and, if I was to stretch credibility a tiny bit further d) there are fewer calories in gin (but I'm not sure that last one isn't a Bridge Too Far). I'm also not certain that running justifying alcohol consumption is entirely the right way to approach a fitness regime, but there you go.
On a similar theme, L made me laugh over the weekend (frequently happens, being as he is the Family Jester), by carrying before him a small glass of his father's home brew and wearing a face whose expression could best be described as North Of Dejected.
'My life is over,' he intoned in a woe-begone voice that plumbed the depths of sorrow. 'Beer sets off my stomach ache.'
Oh well, I told him, you'll just have to drink champagne instead. At which he brightened considerably and went back off to his computer clutching a glass of the bubbly stuff and shouting loudly to all his friends on Skype that he was going to spend the rest of his life drinking champagne.....
In a Lightening Change Of Subject, I'm a Bit Worried about our Blue Tit babes- first, a Sparrow Hawk zoomed in uncomfortably close to their Ideal Home Exhibition House this morning (and I think took a fledgling from an earlier batch, judging from the inordinate amount of shrieking that was going on ). It simply took what it wanted right next to the house and glided insouciantly out again, through the Willow trees and across the lake, utterly unperturbed at the noise and drama it had left behind. This was the first Worry. Then a Greater Spotted Woodpecker Child landed on the table just outside the nest and was looking interested in it. That was the second Worry. And finally, there have been a couple of Magpies nosing about as well (Worry number 3). It's a worrying time. Especially when you are Foster Mother to every living thing in the garden (except for Spiders, of course....).
I am Keeping An Eye on them all and have set Ted and Pops on patrol. This works only as long as no-one actually lands on the ground, at which point Terrier Instinct takes over and all sense of Obedience To Mother dissipates into Thin Air, as was proved last night when they had an adult GSW up against the greenhouse. Woodpeckers most certainly do not like being picked up. In fact, I don't think they like people very much full stop, and this one screeched her head off at me as if I were trying to kill her, and then had a good go at savaging my hand to boot when I finally managed to get hold of her. Luckily, she wasn't hurt and flew off up to the roof of the kitchen, where she sat with her beak gaping looking petrified and as if she'd just survived Armageddon, instead of the kindly meant interventions of the woman who'd just saved her life....
Speaking of Terriers, is it The Law that Furry Jack Russels must smell as bad as they possibly can? Poppy has not rolled in poo for days; she has had a bath with nice-smelling shampoo, and she has been out for several walks in the rain and through long wet grass, but she still stinks to High Heaven. Teddy does not. Why is this? I am forced to just cuddle her ears (which, although they are soft and lovely to snuggle, also smell, although marginally less revoltingly than the rest of her), because to stroke her anywhere else is to risk your health Immediately And On A Grand Scale, not to mention the residue of the most disgusting odour that is left on your hands and frankly makes you want to be noisily sick somewhere. She reminds me of that character from Snoopy who walked round with a cloud of flies permanently buzzing over his head. Perhaps I will have to clip her....
I'll leave you with some photos I haven't got round to posting yet. An Assortment Of Things Round Home from the past few days.....
|A Jay in the garden. Unusual. Could this also be the lure of fledglings?|
|Unknown insect on unknown flower|
|Rescued Tree Bee on FMN|
|Tree Bee, mid-rescue... He didn't want any honey, so I put him on the FMN and he seemed OK.|
|More Tall Grasses (love them)|
|Ele Hawk Trying Out My Camera....|
|Wet Dandelion Seed Head|
|Wet Dandelion Seed Head 2|
|Inquisitive Roe Doe|
|Inquisitive Roe Doe 2|
|Ladybird on Ox-Eye Daisy. This picture is for my nieces, Suss and Em, who are going to come Looking For Slow Worms with me soon.|
|Ladybird on Vetch|
Wishing you all a Good (non-smelly) evening. I shall have the oil burners on.....