I made a new friend today, although we didn't get off to the greatest of starts. She thought I was Australian, bleedin cheek, still, at least she didn't accuse me of being Welsh. Donna was her name, a school crossing guard or lollipop lady in Britspeak, she took pity on me as I crawled on my hands and knees towards her at the end of a 5k run after I'd dropped the kids off at summer camp. I'd run a couple of blocks (I'm pickin up the lingo already) in stifling heat and wasn't ending my run with much poise, panting like a hot dog and weaving across the sidewalk (there I go again) like a drunken sailor. She shared her water with me and said she'd bring extra tomorrow in case I went running again, I didn't know whether to be grateful or humiliated.
Me and Charlie (3 year old Labrador) had the gaff to ourselves all day, Chris and Taisha were at work. I edited the first draft of my latest book (ooh, get me!). I'm halfway through and haven't felt moved to rip it up and start again quite yet which is a good sign, although I hope Charlie's snoring as I recited an extract wasn't prophetic. He barks sporadically, usually when one of those wee lizards scuttles across the backyard, and he licks my feet under the dining table, I don't know who comes off worse in that encounter.
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