Running man

The road to ICA is now a lot smoother as the new surface has been laid and the warning signs are being packed away for sending on to the next job. As the ten weeks come to an end, by which time the work is supposed to be finished, it’s looking good. New and fresh. A vast improvement.

Shortly before I took this photo, in the woods, I was stopped by a man who seemed to be saying he was walking because of the example I had set him. I cannot recall ever having seen this guy before, but he insisted it was because I was walking to the shops with a trolley and a walking stick. He’d had an accident a while ago and had, more or less, given up on walking. He told me that he jogged up the hills. With a cheery bye, he then proceeded to run up the slight incline.

The thing is, I have no idea who he is but, have a sneaking suspicion that he might be my Nemesis.

I stress that I’m not 100% certain. After all, my Nemesis always wears a helmet that obscures a lot of his face and, what I can see, is generally very miserable looking, sitting down and wearing thick clothes. The guy who spoke to me this morning was all smiles and wearing running tights and a t-shirt.

He seemed like a very nice chap, so I really hope he isn’t my Nemesis. I guess, if he waves the next time he’s riding his moped through the woods, I will know for certain.

The day was horrible, weather-wise. Pretty much rain with a few, rare moments of sunshine. Each time Mirinda tried to go outside, when the sun called, she would be forced back in as the rain pelted her.

We did go out once, though.

I had a message yesterday to say my new glasses were ready for collection so I was driven up to the Centrum.

Obviously, it’s great having clear vision again but, also, two arms are way better than the one, which I’ve been putting up with.