GOODNESS ME. Just for a second I forgot I had to do a blog! Can you believe that!?
I’m packing for Australia you see. I leave for two weeks tomorrow (more on that tomorrow). Blogging should not be affected. But with the packing, and a bad babysitting situation which arose today, and 4,000 emails I have to send before I leave, and so on, I literally almost did forget. A moment ago I thought ‘now, wasn’t there something else I was meant to do…?’ and then realised with amazement I’d not done a blog, nor even thought about it. I had absolutely no idea what time it was. A chill went through me momentarily. But no, it was only 10.30. Everything was fine.
Good lord, though. Imagine if, after everything we’ve been through together, the streak ended by me simply overlooking it altogether! It’s hard to think it could happen like that, because the blog has become a bigger and bigger part of my daily routine and I thrive on the sense of importance which your comments bring. But then, I am tremendously absent-minded and I sometimes get drunk. So who knows!? It’s that sense of jeopardy we all enjoy, isn’t it.
So, no time really to discuss Derren’s show last night, but I’ll get onto it. Suffice to say I had mixed feelings, and so did those people here who watched it. Or rather, as a collective we had mixed feelings. Some loved, some hated. That’s Derren. But it was not a typical show of his. Anyway. We won’t get onto it now. I must pack some bloody clothes and things. I’m about to do a 20-hour flight.
What sort of stuff should you take on a long trip? I’ve done this journey many times, but even so. Please suggest essentials which are easily missed.
And rather than giving you any more to read, I’m going to direct you to watch this little film. It was filmed by Mr Rick Procter, long-time Watsonian (as in about 14 years), at the start and finish of the half-marathon. It’s a chance to see lots of members of my family, and hear me wittering on about running. Not much actual footage of the race, but proof that, if nothing else, I was in Bristol between the times I claim…