Happy November 01st. We made it. Just about. Pats on the back must be commandeered all round. I had a fabulous sea swim today with two amazing women. There were quite a few people taking the plunge. I am so proud of myself as I have never swum in the sea in the winter and whilst it wasn’t exactly balmy it wasn’t exactly Baltic either. The camaraderie is always priceless too as we all secretly pat ourselves on the back for being a combination of brave and a bit crazy. But like I always say it’s the crazy bits that are always the most enjoyable. Who enjoys convention all of the time?
Walking Buzz and Finn this morning became quite interesting. I bumped into a neighbor. We were commenting on the noticeable proliferation of dog poo on our regular walks. Nothing odd about this. Shit happens. But my neighbor began to describe the dog poo in forensic detail. Apparently, the dog must have been eating Weetabix as this was what he deemed the consistency to be. I nodded knowingly but it wasn’t until I walked away that I began to think about it. And as I was thinking about it, I walked into a sample of the Weetabix evidence. Suffice to say that Weetabix is no longer a breakfast choice for me.
That’s all for now.
Have a great day.