23 more days...
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By Robyn Claire-Louise Anderson in General Published: Tuesday, 03 July 07 - 10:19 PM (GMT) Last Updated: Tuesday, 03 July 07 - 10:48 PM (GMT) |
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Twenty three more days till the wedding and:
1) Roger is running off with another man this weekend - but that's okay, as it is in the Saunders Race with Pete, my team mate and able rower in the Gummers How Race. This also means I can have a night out with the boys and Eileen on Friday to watch Wigan Warriors in my first ever Rugby League game, and go shopping for motorbikes with Bob on Saturday...
2) I keep getting emails about what I should be doing to prepare my skin/hair/nails/teeth/shape for the big day, and all I am eating at the moment is bacon butties, crisps, jelly babies and meat (lots of, especially over thelast weekend) washed down with dangerours amounts of caffiene and not so dangerous amounts of bitter.
I don't feel stressed about any of this. The only thing I feel stressed about is a little lamb we saw on this evenings run. It was in a small paddock. When it saw us running past, it came up to the fence, so I stuck my hand through and it had a good lick. Then we noticed that its brother/sister/mum/dad, the only other occupier of the paddock, was lying dead in a corner. The little lamb then scampered over to it, gave it a nudge, and then came back to the fence where we stood, bleating pleadingingly all the while.
Malcolm and I ran to the nearest farm house to tell the farmer that the little lamb was lonely, cold and scared, but no one was in.
I know that I am prone to a little anthropomorphism, but I think even the lads felt a little sorry for the lamb - even though there was talk of things curried when Malcolm and I rejoined the group...
Oh yes, I almost forgot, I also feel stressed about the school reports that still have to be written and are due in tomorrow (but not really, as I wouldn't have forgotten).
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