11 October 2010

Today is the 11th of October.

Yes, I know that you can see that from my heading.

Did you know that I was chased by a fox? Well, I've told some of you - and you laughed. It was no laughing matter during that instant when I was determining whether she was going to lunge at me. She seemed quite fierce. I was out for my run at the time and I hate to run faster than a light jog. I had to run like the clappers though, because she was swift and she growled and I let out a little yelp as I quickened my pace.

Can you imagine me heaving along down Camden Road at 6am being chased by a fox? It's slapstick in the extreme.

In other misfortunes, I fell over into the road on Friday evening after a good wining with Sandra and I scrapped my knees off. It was truly unfortunate, because it was amongst the height of traffic and in front of a car that had stopped to let me cross. I had to wave him on, because it was going to take me sometime to pick myself up again.

It seems that my clumsy side is back in business. Let's hope it continues. It's the only matter which inspires me to turn to this blog and relay some of my happenings and thoughts lately.

Thoughts. It's October. It's unseasonably warm. My social calendar is perfectly empty until Christmas. And so, I thought I might book myself on a flight to Budapest, avoiding the toxic sludge of course. "Toxic sludge" - what a phrase. Who on earth coined it and why did it stick? Could it have been called anything else?

And quietly, down here at the end (so soon? yes, I must get into bed with book and tea), by way of explanation, I've had guests to entertain recently and they've taken my attention away from you.

Forgive me and wish me well on the roads.