Sushi hell

There's a boozer in downtown Boca Raton called The Irishmen and on Thursday evenings runners gather there for a 5km run which culminates with the serving of a pint of craft beer, or so we thought. Last night I persuaded my brother Chris to join me for this run, he needs to shift a bit of timber and I've gone all fitness mad since coming over here so it seemed a good idea. Thing is though, to our eternal shame, when the appointed 5km run began we continued our game of darts instead, missed the run and drove home to eat pizza 😬. Best laid plans and all that. I felt guilty today so ensured my morning run was further than usual, trouble was I forgot to apply sunblock and you can now fry an egg on my face it's so red. Even the dog grimaced when he saw me stagger through the front door.

In better news I've arranged a super Sunday for us this weekend. I've discovered a friendly church to take Taisha, Coralea and Erik to and while we're there I've fixed my brother up with a game of golf after a chance conversation with a bloke I said hi to while out walking. We got chatting and he invited me for a game of golf but Chris will substitute for me, he's well chuffed. He hits the ball a long way but rarely with accuracy, I won't be surprised if a Titleist ProV crashes through the stained glass windows to join us in church.

Tonight I feel will be the low point of my holiday since the Russon Boca Raton crew have nominated it as their 'sushi night'. I cannot stand sushi, life's most pointless dish, so unfulfilling that you need a bag of chips afterwards. I'll probably boycott tonight's family meal and sit in my room listening to a podcast of The Archers instead, I've the omnibus to catch up on.

Have a good weekend everybody.