Travelling, running, flashing
It's been years since I've gone out late on New Year's Eve. I've got no wish to link arms and sing Auld Lang Syne, everything is more expensive than usual and there is too much faux-jollity. So we were in bed before 12, but as we were staying above a pub, it was noisy most of the night. So I didn't get to sleep until about 2, then woke about 4 when I could hear someone's's telly.
To alleviate the boredom, I looked at pictures of nude girls and didn't get back to sleep until about 06:15 - and we were getting up at 7 to give us time for a hug before getting up for our train home.
We also had time for Jack to take pictures of me looking out of the window, hands on hips and topless, just wearing my little knickers, with the street and harbour in the background. It was a big window, down to knee level, and there were people about, although it was New Year's Day morning. However, I'm sure the cheap thrill was all mine.
It was misty, but we still got to enjoy the stunning stretch of train line at Dawlish, which runs a few metres from the sea for several kilometres. After a coffee at Paddington, I went to the match, witnessing poor defending before a bit of bad luck later on.
I've got a secret ambition to run 2020km in 2020, (up from 1600 this year). I could run the necessary 38km per week but I'd probably miss the overall target due to illness and holiday. In 2018 I ran over 1600km despite missing three months through injury, but I was marathon training then. But every kilometre counts, and as a start, I ran to the bus station after football , my first 1.89km of the year!
Got some ingredients and went home to cook our lunches for the rest of the week, while Jack mended my bike (again).
Jack's seen a mouse again. They only seem to come out for him, I'm glad to say.