I ran. Three miles. Slowly. And my face looks like a beetroot. Have you noticed how trendy beetroot has become? Not just pickled and on a few lettuce leaves for Sunday tea anymore, with silver skin onions. Beetroot and tofu and walnuts. I’ve see a lot lately. A bit like sundried tomatoes and deep fried Camembert (not together) in the early noughties. I remember the first time I saw a sun dried tomato. In olive oil. I thought it looked like a something so taboo even this blog isn’t the place to discuss it. Taboos are funny old things.
Anyway, I ran. The Marchioness will be pleased. I smell even worse now. I need a shower. Ugh. Effort. I need to wash my hair and I hate walking my mop.
Then drive back to the city and burn up in an IceSweat until it’s time to get up again and face this shit for another day.