Chumocracy

Another week gifts me with another neologism to play with. Thanks to Boris I now have the shiny word ‘chumocracy’ as an early Christmas present – the word sounds cuddly and warm to me, but when I look it up, I find it is not: ‘(noun) government characterised by the appointment of friends to public…

Lockdown the Sequel

Back in August – admittedly from the comfort of my sun lounger – whenever there was postulation about a second lockdown before Christmas, I blithely thought, ‘well, we have got this; we navigated through the first one, did we not?’ I realise I must have been looking back at the first lockdown through a sour…

Bubbling up

After a quiet start, this week became manic. I think that Boris may have known what he was talking about last Saturday – although I chose to hear his message as, ‘have a mini break you gorgeous lady, you deserve it’ (I ignored that deck of misleading and anabolic PowerPoint slides appearing by his side)….

tell me the stories

At Sunday School my favourite hymn was, ‘Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear’. Fidget pants though I certainly am, stories still fascinate me and I find myself wanting to listen to the stories other people are telling. My thirst for unicorns and rainbows is on a mission to drown out the…

Surge

I am usually a glass half-full kind of gal, but at the start of half term I am in need of a power surge not a circuit break. I only have the capacity for so much surge and the one kind of retreat my body is interested in right now appears to be screaming, ‘reverse,…

Home schooling

I finally make my escape outside today after being confined to barracks for ten days of isolation. Ten days inside can not legitimately count as a circuit break – and a mini-break would have been much more preferable – but I surprise myself by emerging back out into the sunshine in search of vitamin D,…

A segmented week

How does that saying go? Ah yes, ‘If you want to give God a laugh, just tell him your plans.’ Well, I have been making the Good Man chuckle this week, for sure. The plan – thank you for asking – was to taper towards the weekend and then head to London to run my…

Virtually there

I have some amazing running pals – thankfully they are really forgiving, tolerant and upbeat. One pal particularly deserves a shout out this weekend and I am posting early so that she gets some virtual support before her red letter day tomorrow. Despite being more than ten years younger than me – and despite being…

Covid Smile

At the risk of sounding sanctimonious and losing you in the first line of this blog, running has been a good friend to me through Corona times. It has given me a Covid smile although – probably like you – I am heartily burnt out. Before you dip out, let me acknowledge that other wellbeing…

Masking my maskne

Here I am punching the air having made it though another week of this game ‘Covid-World Challenge’ that we now play in school. I adapt to double lessons and perfect my ‘shake ‘n’ vac classroom management to incorporate ‘han san’ on arrival/exit and child labour to sterilise desks. I find time to co-ordinate my impressive…