Ridiculously good mood

Hmmmm, why am I so happy? Could be because:

• I have a new personal best getting to work, 25mins door-to-door.
• It's beautiful weather.
• Mr Weenie has started planting herbs and things in the balcony plant boxes and they look beautiful.
• I'm seeing my lovely sisters this evening.
• My copy of Replay has arrived (written by the marvellous T).
• Reg is still clean and gorgeous after his mid-week wash.
• I ran out to catch the ice-cream man last night and he gave me an extra big Mr Whippy.

All of this has counterbalanced the nasty scratch on my forehead that Mr Handsome gave me last night when he misjudged a leap from my chest to the arm of the sofa. Ouch!

Oh and just because, this was the Thames path yesterday afternoon as I cycled to a medical appointment. Beautiful!

Where's Weenie?

So, after catching a horrible stomach bug last week I then developed tonsillitis on Friday night and had yesterday off as well. I sound like Shirley Bassey and am drinking water like it's going out of fashion.


It sucks.

Luckily I'm on the mend as we have the Southend FNRttC on Friday and I REALLY want to go.

Aargh! Now I've been bitten by something and am developing a red rash on my boob. Sigh.

In other news....

A round-up of other exciting things while I was off:

• I went on a canal towpath for the first time since my fall last year. It was a stretch between Greenford and Alperton. I was seriously crapping myself but was determined to do it and survived. Beautiful herons and sunshine went unnoticed in my terrified state.
  
• I managed to half-swallow then cough up an enormous fly and it survived! A black cabbie behind me when I started to cough and splutter pulled over to check I was ok as I came to an abrupt halt and was hugely amused when I managed to say 'The little b*stard's still alive!' before pedalling off.
• Mr Weenie is considering cycling a bit locally and has asked to use Roger. Hurrah!
• My cycle map of France arrived so I can start planning my holiday, which will involve taking bikes on a ferry and cycling in Normandy.
• I had a marvellous jazz session with the boys for this Saturday's gig and spent a blissful two hours singing mostly about how rubbish men are.
  

Froggies everywhere!

I live practically in a park. It's lovely in many ways. Foxes sometimes run alongside my bike when it's dark, I often hear owls and woodpeckers as I cycle home and now that the daffodils are finally starting to come out it's obscenely pretty.

But....

Occasionally nature collides with man. There are a lot of froggies in the road. Flat froggies. I've already run over two of them and been SERIOUSLY grossed out. They were flat before I hit them but eugh. Not nice.

It was nice, therefore, to find one hopping around in the rain on Friday night. He was at the end of the path to my front door and as he was relatively far from the road and obviously enjoying the rain I took a photo and left him to it.

I do like froggies.