I was grumpy as hell this morning, and I can’t even explain why. I woke up, bouldered up the stairs and licked my Dad’s face to wake him up – something of a morning ritual I can’t quiet explain – and then I read the news. I’m not really sure what matey-boy Trump across the pond is up to, but I know they certainly shouldn’t have given him the keys to the nuclear garage. At least his activities are tempered by his deputy, Bonzo the Border Collie. If it wasn’t for the updates I get daily from Bonzo, I wouldn’t understand the direction his administration is taking at all.
I decided to lift myself from the mud of foggy unhappiness and go for a run. I grabbed my collar, tied a lead to my Dad’s hand and took him on a park run. 5km, free, with plenty of people to run with and dozens of dogs to admire and sniff, not to mention the absolutely stunning calm of Rutland water with its gentle morning mist. What more can you ask for? Due to my Dad being rather slow we arrived late, but we still managed to catch up and get a reasonable time in. Thank christ I can run, because I had to really drag old fatty along by his lead.
A couple of eggs on toast later and we are all feeling a little better about ourselves, just a walk and a weekend beer to go to make it complete!