Le Weekend

Well, one way and another we’ve put some mileage in this weekend. John was at his finest yesterday – walking two miles instead of one for his ’30 Miles in March’. Then he walked another mile with me today. Packing them in, he is.

I had gone over to the Kenilworth Newbies yesterday to do a bit more decorating, so I left John to his own devices for the day. Not only did he do a long walk, but he went to the shops to stock up on washing liquid and Comfort so that we could do the washing that we’d got piled up in the utility room. Then, he came home and got on with the final window sill – measuring it, carrying it into the garage, cutting it to size and carrying it back again ad infinitum until he was satisfied. Great work.

I had planned to do wallpapering yesterday but, in the end, the paint arrived on the front doorstep before I got started and I decided it was more sensible to paint the walls first, so that the paint didn’t splatter down on the very nice wallpaper that Danielle has chosen. So that’s what I did all day. Fiddled about with a paintbrush and a roller. And William helped once again, too…..

Today, John and I got involved in spectating the Warwick Half-Marathon. We had a vested interest – Michael was running it, so we had a lovely drive round, stopping off in Beausale to catch up with him. I wanted to let him know that Danielle and the children were on their way to see him, too. “I’m not stopping, Mum,” he grinned, as I started to tell him the tale. “No, I know,” I said, “I’ll run with you.” I replied. So that’s how I joined in the half-marathon for a hundred yards, too. Ooh, it was exhilarating.

As it turned out, he was running faster than we could keep up with him in the cars and Danielle just missed him in Beausale but saw him in Budbrooke; while our second planned stop had to be aborted as he’d run past it before we got there. Fortunately, Danielle and the children were there, so he had friendly faces to see on the way.

Here he is at the finish, very proud of his achievement – and his time. I may be wrong, but I think it’s the first time he’s dipped under the two hours for a half-marathon, so very well done, in my opinion. Mind you, I am biased….

John and I were exhausted after our spectating efforts so we crashed out for the rest of the day and ordered in an Indian Take-Away this evening. Lush, eh?

So there we are – Le Weekend est passé. But, generally, it was a good one – for which we are grateful.

Take care everyone. God bless.