Oh all you lucky bloggers out running in this very beautiful English weather. Not a bit of sarcasm in that I promise. You see I need to have a run, I can feel the pressure building up inside of me, I need to run the frustration out before I lose my marbles.
This week when I went to see The King’s Speech I could have got myself detained at her majesty’s pleasure or would have done had I not fought the irresistible urge that I had to end the bloke who was sitting next to me life. To be fair he was committing several hanging offences (according to shaz) during the film:- unwrapping a chocolate bar, tapping his leg continually, passing wind (sorry) and sucking on his ill-fitting false teeth loudly and is sooooo lucky he got out alive . To think I paid £10 for the pleasure of sitting next to the old geyser and could have got that kind of service from him indoors (except for the dentures sucking and the film) .
It has truly been one of those weeks where I have found everything irritating, yep I NEED TO RUN before I explode.
Off to do my physio exercises, maybe I will have a little one mile run tomorrow sshhhhh