Monday, 23 March 2015

Sunday Summary Monday Missive *now with Tuesday Tack-Ons!*

This week, I have mostly been...


Still Alice could have so easily been a TV movie in book form, or a Jodi Picoult-style medical dilemma novel (and no disrespect intended because I do enjoy those novels!), but it's so intelligently crafted that the reader can witness Alice's swift decline from Alzheimer's both from her perspective and from those of her husband and children, and it's heartbreaking. And I can't imagine anyone else but Julianne Moore playing Alice so I'm even more curious to see the film now.


Yesterday I was invited to be the last of four folk within our church (three if you discount the Bishop which I'm not sure I'm allowed to...) to give a speech to the congregation on My Life, My Faith and Me

Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity to talk about myself for ten minutes (...since I pretty much do it in writing on here every week...) I had stepped up and written the account, had it vicar-approved, and was prepped and ready.

And... it was up there with The Most Nerve-Strangling Things I Have Ever Done.

Flying solo to NYC was a breeze compared to the prospect of speaking about my faith journey with 160ish congregants. Singing two duetty lines of a Girls Aloud song in last year's Voicerox concert was a piece of Battenberg compared to this. I'd had anxiety dreams and everything.

Well, I was going to be up there admitting that I had a ridiculous amount of imaginary friends as a child (true) and that I'd dyed my hair pink

in a moment of depression-driven insanity (also true). It was probably understandable that the situation might elicit anxiety of sorts.

But it went well, and everyone was lovely and positive and the anxiety dream (in which I was standing in front of a field of folk, flapping about with papers for hours and never finding the ones I needed...) was ill-founded.

I'm among good peoples.

And on that note I hope you will allow me a moment of mawkishness: I've realised recently that I have managed through some great fortune to surround myself with some truly fantastic people, and I'm honoured to call them (well, you, my readers, really!) my friends. Only among you lot can I happily don a wig and pout for a post-modern ironic selfie, or rock out in a habit, or strum a uke (badly), or dance like I have rickets, or sing misguided Dido songs. 

Or let fly some totally mostly innocent innuendo about Disney films, or Tom Thomas the chopper pilot in Fireman Sam

{Don't ask.}

You lot are awesome.

This week, I have also mostly been...


This weekend's uber-walk target was 4 hours and I'm glad to report that yesterday I had great company (Fiona again) and that in spite of going a little way off route and hauling ourselves up a stonking big hill somewhere in those woods in the top-left of this map

we did not get lost. Repeat, we did not get lost.

Admittedly it's quite hard (not impossible, mind...) to get lost around here: some sort of genetic homing instinct kicks in (internal GPS, if you will).

The weather was kind, (the majority of) the route was pretty...

{Spot the windmill...}
{"The long and winding rooooooad..."}

and I had the chance to try out my new (and utterly hardcore) Eurohike Pathfinder 35l rucksack

{This bag means business}
I'm telling y'all, it's about half my height so if I need an ad hoc sleeping bag en route I only need use that...

And it was properly lovely to have a cheery walking chum to chat to. Sadly we didn't get the chance to celebrate with a carvery roast, so I hunkered down at home with a ready meal and passed out in front of the sardonic onscreen medic of the moment:

Hence the brazen absence of a Summary last night, and a pathetic attempt at apology by meerkat video:

But the stats justify the fatigue, my friends: 11.65 miles in 4hr 18.

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And on that note...


qb xx

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