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Wheeeeeeeeee!!!!!

 I ran today. I was at work, it was after lunch and the work gang and I were taking a post-lunch walk. The wind had whipped itself up to chilling proportions. The field ahead of me was very green, very open, downhill (which helped enormously) and only a little bit scattered with sheep poo. Okay, there was a lot of sheep poo but I was wearing my wellies so it mattered not.

And suddenly I had the urge to run! So I did! Arms spread wide, head back, I galloped, yes dear reader, GALLOPED, down that hill in my parka coat and wellies, and two of my walking companions galloped with me. We reached the bottom of the hill and for a brief moment I turned and thought, ‘And now I shall gallop back UP the hill to meet the rest of the group so I can gallop back down again!’ Yes, I think I suffered an endorphin rush....

But I didn’t run up again because a) I thought it best to pace myself, I mean it was straight after lunch - indigestion and all that - and b) the hill suddenly looked a lot steeper going up than it did coming down.

So I resisted the urge. Although really, in hindsight, I should have followed the urge. It’s a lesson I should apply to more of aspects of my life, I think. 

One day, though. One day. Running up that hill. Like Kate Bush. 

On the way home I popped into the supermarket for a quick Ninja Basket Shop. Got some potatoes. Found this. I present it to you as my happiness gift of the day...


A love heart potato! I also discovered it is very difficult to write on a potato. I had to use a black permanent marker pen in the end. Neither pen nor potato will ever be the same. 

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aileen g said…
I hope you said "wheee" as you ran Denise. Where youngest used to live there was a very steep hill on the way and I used to go "wheee" every time I went down it in the car - even when I was on my own. In fact especially when I was on my own as if she was with me she used to sigh a bit. I'm not sure I would have risked running down it (even if I could) as I'm not sure I would have been able to stop. My poor little car (which cost me a small fortune last week in garage bills) struggled a bit going up the hill despite my encouraging "you can do it, keep going). Where she lives now is a lot flatter which is good for the car but not as much fun.
24 September 2020 at 19:16
rusty duck said…
On the island of Praslin, in the Seychelles, you can buy a nut that shape. It’s called a Coco de Mer although it is somewhat larger and heavier than a potato. It is allegedly (I didn’t partake) an aphrodisiac.
24 September 2020 at 23:01
Denise said…
Aileen, I believe that when driving down hills in cars it is obligatory to go ‘Wheeeeeeeeee!’ Isn’t it? Doesn’t everyone? Perfectly normal behaviour as far as I am concerned. As is encouraging our small cars up hills when they are puffing a bit. I remember going up a hill in my first car, a Mini 850, and being overtaken by a cyclist!! And my little car now needs a bit of cheerleading, but she does okay for an old lady!

I’ve seen these Coco de Mer, Jessica. And heard the tales behind them, too. Ooo-er, missus!! I suspect my potato will prove less exciting.
25 September 2020 at 08:48
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