L and I have been intrigued, as well as baffled, by the saga of the Humberside feet. Two feet have been found recently near the Humber estuary but they are not from the same person. Which is a bit odd, suspicious even. A right foot belonging to a man from South Yorkshire was found on a beach in Cleethorpes beach on 11th August but his left foot was found a month later near an island off the coast of the Netherlands. I’m intrigued to how they identified them.
Another foot, which was found on 4th September near Barton-on-Humber, was found to belong to a different man who was from Lincolnshire. How did they know? Did he report it missing? It’s all very suspicious if you ask me.
However Humberside Police, when asked about these finds, say there were no suspicious circumstances. Erm. Are they sure?
Tonight, the boys and I are training, whilst L is off running with friends and I pick her up later from the pub. Runs always finish at pubs, it’s unavoidable.
(Monday 4th October)
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
We All Have To Start Somewhere
The organisers of last weekend’s Newton’s Fraction Half Marathon have sent out a survey. One of the questions is would you object to a bottle of beer in your goodie bag next year? Errrr, no. What a daft question.
I decide that tonight, despite it being Crufts tomorrow, I will take Doggo training rather than rest him. Mainly to try and get his confidence up after a bad session last Wednesday and after his mugging on the park yesterday. He does well, so I think it was a good idea. Won’t know for sure until tomorrow...
I would of course have gone to training anyway for MD’s sake, had he not been injured. He didn’t help matters by chewing off his protective sock whilst he was in the garden. He’s not popular; it was supposed to keep his wounded paw clean.
All the same I give him a brief run at training, just to see how he is. Not bad actually but he did seem to be favouring one paw over the other when it came to taking jumps. So he now looks unlikely to be competing at his next event, which is this weekend. Which isn’t on the warm, dry carpet of the NEC at Crufts but in a cold, damp horse arena somewhere in Lincolnshire but we all have to start somewhere.
I decide that tonight, despite it being Crufts tomorrow, I will take Doggo training rather than rest him. Mainly to try and get his confidence up after a bad session last Wednesday and after his mugging on the park yesterday. He does well, so I think it was a good idea. Won’t know for sure until tomorrow...
I would of course have gone to training anyway for MD’s sake, had he not been injured. He didn’t help matters by chewing off his protective sock whilst he was in the garden. He’s not popular; it was supposed to keep his wounded paw clean.
All the same I give him a brief run at training, just to see how he is. Not bad actually but he did seem to be favouring one paw over the other when it came to taking jumps. So he now looks unlikely to be competing at his next event, which is this weekend. Which isn’t on the warm, dry carpet of the NEC at Crufts but in a cold, damp horse arena somewhere in Lincolnshire but we all have to start somewhere.
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