Run til your lungs hurt Day
Me, run?
I’ve always said that I wouldn’t even be capable of running away from a serial killer – plus if I’m going to get caught anyway why also die exhausted?! And yet, believe it or not, I used to be quite a runner. I used to love running (and often barefoot) as a teenager, apart from being selected to represent my school for long distance events and enjoying the cross country school runs I also used to be regularly tearing around the streets of Starbeck – usually pretending I was running away from everything (or perhaps I was just trying to get out of Starbeck).
Cheeseboard Day
Had I been able to get anywhere near town I would have visited the amazing Cheeseboard and treated Mine Truly and I to a selection of lovely cheese and accompaniments but unfortunately, due to le tour, I couldn’t get to the shop.
I may well move this one to later in the year though!
No worries Day
That’s kind of like telling me not to breathe haha!
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