Valley of the Trolley Dollies

A friend writes “When did you give me your mobile number?”

“About two weeks ago,” I answer. “Why? Oh, wait - the bill’s turned up, hasn’t it? How many texts on it? No, don’t tell me. Oh go on, tell me…”

One hundred and Two. In a little less than a month.

Loved the way, on last night’s ‘prisoner’s dilemma’ section of Big Brother they kept repeating the rules, and saying “Do you understand” and I’m thinking (and eventually Kat says): “Yes, we all see Golden Balls. Move on!”

hahaha

Msm at home, from here on in, for x-factor, bb and all televisual b1tching. I mean, there’s a limit to how many texts a boy can decently send to someone before it’s termed stalking.

But, that said, there are some communications that simply  have to be made. texts like:  

• kat to win.
• kat 4 evah!!
• kat to represent us in eurovision. in a silver spandex jumpsuit. Oh wait, that was verduchka, wasn’t it. Ein Dzwei Drei. TANCE!

Yesterday’s timing: 33 minutes and 50 seconds.

That’s how long it took yours truly, at a fairly constant and comfortable pace, to run 5 kilometers.

Why was yours truly running 5km on a Wednesday afternoon?

Because in October, D and I will be running our first 5k. Hardly an Olympiad, but, for us, a big deal.

Wish us well. And pray my speed gets up. I don’t want to be over 30 mins when everyone’s telling me I should be doing it in a little over 20…

Just in case any of you were wondering, they’ve cleared up now…

Thanks