Yup, i was the lanky one in the blue OMM jacket. Not so much nav as knowing the way really, visibility was pretty good for the most part. Gutted for clive :-(
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Yup, i was the lanky one in the blue OMM jacket. Not so much nav as knowing the way really, visibility was pretty good for the most part. Gutted for clive :-(
He ate ok on leg 3 and moved well. I think things unravelled on 4, not sure why. i think pillar was the end :-(
Yes, very pleased for DT, he looked very chilled when i saw him trotting into Wasdale.
Me too, didn't know he was going till friday night, felt for Stef when i heard she'd had to pull out, but onwards on leg 3 anyway with Andy, got round to Honister to see him come in there, then an agonising wait after Mrs. Stagger came in at Moot Hall. Was over the moon when he appeared. Looking forward to his report, hope it's longer than his Haiku's:)
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How nice of you to ring. So unexpected.
No. I’m not busy. Yes, I’m on my own.
I wasn’t doing anything important.
Just happened to be sitting by the phone.
You don’t have to apologise. As always
You got the benefit of any doubt.
I didn’t feel neglected in the slightest,
I just assumed you’d rung while I was out.
Odd that you should have caught me at this moment,
First time in ages that I’ve thought of you.
Oh, blue-arsed fly, love, if you get my meaning,
It’s been a very busy week or two.
I’ve read a lot of proofs for other people.
I’ve drafted several chapters of the book.
It didn’t register you hadn’t written;
I haven’t hovered long enough to look.
I’ve caught up with a load of correspondence
And over half of it has been to you.
I tore it up and told myself I’d sent it
Because that’s what unhappy people do.
Gave myself toothache biting on a bullet.
Was not much taken with the taste of lead
So spat it out and wrapped it in a hanky.
Opted for doing something else instead.
Decided to apply the skills God gave me
To doing something that I do quite well;
Made an asbestos jacket for a snowball
So as to give it half a chance in hell...
Ann Drysdale