Today was interesting...
We met up with one of H's school friends and his brother and mother. We went up a mountain and the kids alternated between climbing up a quarry face and trying to burn an entire hillside of pine trees...
It was just like the opening scene of casualty... Was one of the boys going to fall down the mountain? Would somebody cause a rockfall on the quarry face? Would an innocent passer by blunder into the fire?
More on that story later...
It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and there was the barest whisper of a breeze to add to the late summer feeling - are you allowed to call it Indian summer these days?
K's friend was good fun and together we attempted to reach the top of the mountain, it was hard going, again a life in Suffolk and the anemia don't really lend themselves to summit bagging, but fortified by Merguez and extra garlicy snags cooked on the communal grill by the quarry, we pushed on and made it to the top - well as near as dammit!
Was ironic that I had an email from the EPO providers about getting me started on the stuff when I get back - i reckon I'm still in pretty good shape and that's all I can be or do really.
Not really missing the Cit either, emotions are starting to emerge from the numbness - there's a some sadness lurking and some kind of low level emptyness but good things are starting to blot out the crap for small periods. I guess that's what happens?
Whilst this is my blog I just want to use it to send a message to someone...
You're lovely!
I think so... all your friends think so... All your colleagues think so - well most of them!
You're children love you, the rest of your family thinks you are wonderful - I would imagine practically everyone you've ever met respects you...
That's the plus column!
Against that, what is there? Really? What is there contradicting that?
If this was some analysis you were doing - what conclusions would you draw from the data?
Oh yeah.... casualty...
After far too much tomfoolery around the fire H's friend decided to fall right into the bloody thing. He was in it a split second, but his leg rested on a superheated rock in the midst of the fire... As he came out it was impossible to miss the sizzling skin on the rock - a sight that will live long in the memory :-/
Thankfully quick thinking had us dousing his leg with cold water instantly for a good long r=time after - he's been left with a tennis ball sized patch of shin that's as pink as an albino's bum...
Ooh... X factor...
We met up with one of H's school friends and his brother and mother. We went up a mountain and the kids alternated between climbing up a quarry face and trying to burn an entire hillside of pine trees...
It was just like the opening scene of casualty... Was one of the boys going to fall down the mountain? Would somebody cause a rockfall on the quarry face? Would an innocent passer by blunder into the fire?
More on that story later...
It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and there was the barest whisper of a breeze to add to the late summer feeling - are you allowed to call it Indian summer these days?
K's friend was good fun and together we attempted to reach the top of the mountain, it was hard going, again a life in Suffolk and the anemia don't really lend themselves to summit bagging, but fortified by Merguez and extra garlicy snags cooked on the communal grill by the quarry, we pushed on and made it to the top - well as near as dammit!
Was ironic that I had an email from the EPO providers about getting me started on the stuff when I get back - i reckon I'm still in pretty good shape and that's all I can be or do really.
Not really missing the Cit either, emotions are starting to emerge from the numbness - there's a some sadness lurking and some kind of low level emptyness but good things are starting to blot out the crap for small periods. I guess that's what happens?
Whilst this is my blog I just want to use it to send a message to someone...
You're lovely!
I think so... all your friends think so... All your colleagues think so - well most of them!
You're children love you, the rest of your family thinks you are wonderful - I would imagine practically everyone you've ever met respects you...
That's the plus column!
Against that, what is there? Really? What is there contradicting that?
If this was some analysis you were doing - what conclusions would you draw from the data?
Oh yeah.... casualty...
After far too much tomfoolery around the fire H's friend decided to fall right into the bloody thing. He was in it a split second, but his leg rested on a superheated rock in the midst of the fire... As he came out it was impossible to miss the sizzling skin on the rock - a sight that will live long in the memory :-/
Thankfully quick thinking had us dousing his leg with cold water instantly for a good long r=time after - he's been left with a tennis ball sized patch of shin that's as pink as an albino's bum...
Ooh... X factor...
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