Saturday, 4 November 2017
The Fruits Of My Labours
We go through phases in our house of favourite things to eat. At the moment, it's scones and jam tarts and a new chocolate brownie recipe I found which produces confections of proper gooeyness in the middle with contrasting thin wisps of paper on the top. We literally can not get enough of these at present. I blame the cooling weather; L blames being a growing teenager and M blames cycling to and from work every day. Whatever the reason, by today we had run out so I spent a couple of hours replenishing the tins this afternoon. I couldn't find room for the final tart on the cooling tray once they'd come out of the oven, so I was forced to eat it. I forgot, until I took a bite, quite how hot jam gets when it's been cooked.
It was our running club's AGM and skittles night last night- 85 of us crammed into the local golf club eating, drinking, chatting, playing skittles and discussing 2018 running goals. They're a lovely bunch and it was a super evening.
This morning, M and I went off to help out at parkrun, as we're both doing a hilly half marathon tomorrow. It's up on the Chalk, so I am especially looking forward to it. My knee has been much much stronger over the past fortnight with no pain in it at all, so I'm hoping to get round the race with no issues, in which case it will be full steam ahead for marathon training.
Parkrun had a ukulele band playing in the rain this morning to celebrate race director John's 250th run. They were great, really energetic and had everyone dancing and singing along to some cracking tunes.
Despite this morning's rain, the weather this week has been really beautiful at times, golden autumn days, and I've had some lovely runs and walks out through the fields at dawn and dusk and enjoyed them all....
The dogs have new beds (half price at Scats). M (who feels we have too many already) returned from work, took one look and exclaimed: Thank God we've got two more dog beds! Because six shared between two small dogs really isn't enough. I love the casual way Pop has her back paws crossed in the photo. Ted is on the old beds, which have been piled up one on top of the other in preparation for washing. His expression, however, seems to be daring anyone to remove them :o)
Hope all are well?