jayne's diary

[Alf Tupper]

Who the Hell is this Jayne? What makes her think anyone is remotely interested in the bizarre ramblings of an incoherent blogger.
As an insult i'm quite proud of that one!

Your new bike looks smashing Emmilou , hope there is a matching outfit!!!!

[Mud]

Who the Hell is this Jayne? What makes her think anyone is remotely interested in the bizarre ramblings of an incoherent blogger.

I thought it was Daz getting in touch with his feminine side.

[emmilou]

Your new bike looks smashing Emmilou , hope there is a matching outfit!!!!

I'm working on it!!

[Alf Tupper]

I can see Chris De Burgh writing a new song...........Lady in Pink.

[emmilou]

I can see Chris De Burgh writing a new song...........Lady in Pink.

there's one been written already but it's an on the coach to the rugby match song

[Alf Tupper]

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am stunned that you know that ...lol

[emmilou]

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am stunned that you know that ...lol

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[the story so far]

Race night had arrived and jayne was walking up to the village hall with her bag, god she thought, so many thin wiry men and they all look miserable buggers. She stopped to ask were to enter and was told by a lady in her forties to head inside and register. The race was only three miles long and would all be over in a flash she thought. Number in hand she made her way outside and felt alone, David had gone to book a table at the pub ready for later.
Time passed by and the runners all assembled at the start. My first time this is she told the lady next to her, dont worry my dear you will be fine and in a flash the oganiser had shouted off. Soon she was gagging on the fellside, the pain in her legs was unbearable to say the least. She had managed to tag near to the kind woman from the start. How you going the woman gasped, not good jayne replied, im blowing up, keep at it the top is close now, they both staggered on sweating gasping for air but then the lady in front shouted her number to the summit marshall, damm id forgotten about that she thought and hoped the marshall had noted hers as well.
Before she could think the world had suddenly speeded up , she was hurrying down quickly her eyes fixed to the rocks beneath her feet, faster now , almost to fast to control, in fact she was out of control , her arms trying desperatley to control her balance. Suddenly it all went wrong, she had crashed on her bum, the pain in her left leg hit her immediatley, adrenalin kicked in and she got straight up and carried on, more cautious this time.
Several runners passed her towards the finish and as she hobbled over the line David greeted her. My god jayne your bleeding whats happened, dont worry David its not to bad i will be okay.
Half an hour lady she was awarded a spot prize, a tin of biscuits no less.
As the runners departed she and David wandered back to the pub, once inside a tap on her shoulder revealed the kind lady from the race asking how she had got on, oh fine but i fell over. Yes it happens but you will get better at it, we need more nice ladies on the scene to beat these grumpy men.
Jayne smiled as she and David sat down to eat.
She had caught the bug. As David poured the wine her leg throbbed and she was stiffening up. There would be no funny buisness tonight, all she wanted was a shower and a hot chocolate.
David looked at her and said dont worry i will give you a massage when we get back to the B&B jayne.
How romantic she thought and gave him a kiss

[Brummy John]

Good writing Danbert.

[AllanT]

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edit - by Brett