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@chazzersmurf.bsky.social
UK based reader, runner, gay. Spend too long in charity shops. Leftish.
Book 6 up. 10.30 and I've just seen a waitress bring someone a Pina colada. Not me, by the way.
Sadly no horses or pigs on my run today, so here are some of the nice rustic gates and fences along the run. My content is incredible, I know.
Book five done: absolutely loved this. And nice to knock off a book in a day.
Morning: fairly restrained breakfast this morning. Even got vegetables. Might have a yoghurt and granola chaser though.
Book 5 up, a palette cleanser after Jilly Cooper. Short and arty, like me.
Worried that these socks are a bit mutton but also I'm too old to care.
Well. Finally finished book 4. 900 pages of heaving boobs, bushes and every horrendousness you can imagine. But bloody hell I couldn't stop reading it. Delighted to leave this in the hotel library.
Morning. 5 sweaty, stumbling miles. Pigs and horses today. Plus a deserted beach with witchy art.
The valet's not been able to express his artistic urges through coffee, so TUI laid on an art class for him. Meanwhile I had a drink. But we got a nice sunset photo.
Managed to run 4.5 miles before breakfast, but I fear I'll wish never stop sweating again. Found a new running extension: no horses, but there were pigs. Let's hope Circe didn't land in Menorca.
Morning. Another day, another breakfast. Coffee pushed to the margins as per.
Once again, I'm reminded that walking along the edge of the sea is one of life's great pleasures.
Sailing coal barges from Newcastle to London. Or (I'm guessing) a farm labourer in Ireland. (Done great grandads for 100 years ago: if it's grandads, I'm working in a factory either way).
Revan@revan.eurosky.social · 7d agoEnough “what would you do on the commune questions” If you got sent back 100 years and were given your grandparent’s job, what are you doing?
Ok, book 4 up. 900 pages of heaving bums and boobs. Not going to finish this in a day.
Morning. 3.5 miles this morning, still sweating after a shower. Nice to see the horses out on the cliffs.
Next cab off the rank: book 3, an Agatha Christie. Not read much of her since my post GCSEs summer when I read every book Leagrave Library had. Special guest appearance from Mr Gull.
Early to the sunbed so I can finish @kathyburke.bsky.social's book. It is fabulous. I laughed and cried. Highly recommended and while she told me to read it, no she hasn't told me to say this.
I've spent most of my life refusing to take my shirt off in public because of feeling repulsive etc. One of the unexpected bonuses of getting older is just caring less and realising no one is really looking at you. So: here's to being able to sit in the pool, paddling my little legs.
It's not all sun and reading. We have culture too: just did Aqua Fit and Dance to Its Raining Men.
Posting out of order: pre-breakfast 3 miler. It's a lovely route but god it's hot which might explain why I look deranged in all of my photos.
Morning. Different coffee angle this morning and you get my breakfast too.
First of many post buffet walks. Still 30° here, a bit too toasty but didn't stop someone wearing a woolly cardigan in the outdoor restaurant.
So getting up at 2am was no fun, but I'm already sat by the pool, aqua aerobics done and onto book one of the holiday.
