Sunday 5 miler
Wow, so today was supposed to about our 5 mile walk in Delamere Forest, but unfortunately Moochy coughing was bad again overnight. So this meant that we both spent time on the couch and were both suitably knackered this morning. So by 11:30 this morning we were still on our couch, under the slanket trying to get the motivation to move our arses.
However, this walk is important to me, so eventually about an hour and half later we were out of the door and walking. We walked for 5.5 miles in just over 1 hour and 50 minutes and it felt good. Our knees and a few other joints started to hurt near the end and I did of course need to go for a wee in the Ship Inn, but other than that it was great. Peggy loved it and is completely sparked out as we speak – perfect.
Oh and last night Moochy and I totally rocked our mini-glam dinner party.
- Home made Focaccia Bread with Olive Oil and Balsamic Vinegar
- Posh Chicken and Chips
- Chocolate Cake
All the food was gorg and we had a great night.
p.s. I had originally planned to make the Parmesan and poppy seed lollipops, but can I let you into a secret… they were a bit horrible, so they went straight in the bin.
Sunday
Today has been a day where I could have achieved so much, but I just felt floopy all day, so I just chilled. I’m not the least bit bothered.The day started off by Moochy having a lie in and me watching the first Bridget Jones film. 
Then Mooochy got up and we went outside to dig our cars out. Thankfully, it didn’t take as long as it did in January, and before we knew it, our cars revealed themselves and there was a huge pile of snow a the side of the road. After that, we went to my Gran’s to firstly hear how she nearly set her bungalow on fire by resting a tea-towel too close to a naked flame and secondly for her to give us £50 towards our central heating costs.
Between you and I dear reader, we don’t actually need the money, but she seems to take great pleasure in doing it and then she dines out on the twisted version of the story, which is usually that she “had” to give us the money – like we had gone to her cap in hand, desperate. She also turns the story into her being the hero, you kind of get used to it.
However, she is a women that has only just retired at the age of 88, who despite her severe hypcondriac tendancies, doesnt really have any real ailments to speak of – I guess I should take my hat off to her and ignore the rest….
She is ace after all and my only remaining grandparent. Bless her. xx
