My grandpa always wanted to keep bees. Or at least that’s how I remember it, him talking about it and me fascinated by the idea. For some reason the urge has resurfaced recently, and as luck would have it the local NamBeePamBee Beekeepers in nearby Scott’s Avenue Allotments have begun holding open days and now half day workshops.
Scored some wild trout yesterday; baked it with thyme, then crisped up the skin on the grill. Served with rice, grilled courgette & leeks. #
I notice a small improvement every time I get out and run. Not very impressed with myself, though, for leaving three days of no running. #
Back from a run, didn’t push myself terribly hard but I did get out. Looking at the Nike+/iPod nano combo… mmmm gadgets, they’ll help. #
Back from Run III. Feeling better, more running, less stopping, but still wiped out at the end of twenty minutes. Feeling a bit wobbly now. #
Obviously, with this hazardous weather there’s no way I could go running today. It would have been dangerous and irresponsible. #
Back from todays run (or “Run II – It Still Hurts” as I’m calling it). The whole thing is a carefully constructed assault on my self-esteem. #
Just got back from my first run in, I’ll say, 8 years; only 20 minutes and I’m poleaxed. So. Very. Terribly. Un. Fit. Not good. #
I’m really enjoying my slow cooker at the moment, quick preparation and then the house fills with lovely cooking smells for hours. (My wife says it smells like her grandparents house when there’s something in the slow cooker.) This is a simple chicken casserole I knocked up the other day, slightly spiced with the chilli. Next time I’m under instructions to remove the skin, and use separate bones which can be removed before serving… then it’ll bump up the approval rating to 3 apparently.