The black-and-white cat sits on top of the shed. Chloe runs back and forth, glaring because she can't get up there to chase him off.

Chloe runs into the house and stares at me. 'Prrp!' she demands.

I get up and walk out into the garden, and the black-and-white flees.

I go back in. Chloe comes and sits on my lap and purrs.

Good girl. Good girl lanfykins.

Wait, my ankle doesn't hurt.

I walked four miles yesterday, most of it on relatively uneven grass and packed dirt. There were notable uphill bits.

I have walked sufficiently this week that I've overstressed my achilles tendons and the backs of my heels now hurt like a git (I had to go down the stairs crabwise this morning).

Manky, however - you know ( Read more... )

Having woken up at a little after midday, I decided to stick close to home for today's ramble. I therefore trotted out to Hamstead Marshall for some lunch at the White Hart (which was superb, by the way; the scallop and grilled salmon parcel thingies were a thing of beauty to all senses) and left my car there while I headed off on the Old Mansion ( Read more... )

wildrogue recently voiced a crazy 'let's have a walking holiday along the Ridgeway sometime' plan to me.

I am a morbidly obese asthmatic with an arthritic ankle and creaky knees. This plan is, of course, nuts.

...or, to put it another way, 'how hard can it be?!' So today I had a nice four-mile stroll up White Horse Hill and along to Weyland's Smithy, and as ( Read more... )

( Cut for cat illness )

I have a hypothesis to test. With this in mind, should next weekend prove dry, I plan on headin' somewhere that has a five or six mile walking route that is mainly non-tarmac and giving it a darn good testin'.

I wouldn't necessarily object to company; especially if said company happens to know a nice route with good views, and is happy to amble :)

As I made to leave the car park this afternoon (if you're there for less than 15 minutes it's free, which is helpful for picking up parcels) there was a rather distressed man standing at the barrier.

Through gestures and occasional emphatic attempts at words, he conveyed to me that he was deaf, that the machine had eaten his ticket but not raised ( Read more... )

I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living...

...no, wait a second, that's not right. In time gone by, my mental health was shit and I was semi-suicidal on a semi-regular basis. The time when hope is high and life is really worth living is now.

I dreamed that love would never die...

I was a young fool. I knew that ( Read more... )

I've gotta say, the S282 (Astronomy) course certainly gives you your money's worth.

Tonight alone I have calculated estimates of things varying from the number of hydrogen and helium atoms in the sun to the fraction of the solar mass lost each year to the solar wind (based on its speed and density as measured from Earth) to the number of ( Read more... )

Wandered down to London today to run the first 'proper' session of Folded Edge for my lovely players. Successfully introduced them to their new cast member, a few NPCs and the edges of various plots, and bemused them utterly.

I'm quite impressed with Captain Reagan Kann's (lathany) ability to explode in an utterly terrifying way under certain ( Read more... )