The day started early after more walking dreams. This time I was walking round London, there were square blue and white markers hidden on walls amongst the road signs, each had a little motto on and I had to find them all. I seems like the feet aren’t doing any walking but the brain sure is. How odd. As I was awake it seemed silly not to get up so I did. Continue reading
Fridays don’t seem right somehow without a walk and I woke up this morning from a dream where I’d been walking on a trail somewhere. In the dream my knee hurt and when I woke up it still hurt. How does walking in my dream make my knee hurt? Weird! I was tempted to go and explore the footpath that runs along the river down by Gigi’s cutway. Every time I walk that way to work I see the little gate and wonder where it leads but I’ve never had time to find out. It was out of the question when I was doing the Moonwalk training because I have a feeling it’s a dead end and I had my mileage to think of. In the end though I thought it was best to keep resting the knee in the hope it settles down soon. Continue reading
Thursday morning and there I was on a train heading for London again. It seemed a bit of a shame to be stuck on a train when the sun was shining and the sky was blue but it made a change from the office. There was, of course, a large skinny latte in front on me and I had my trusty iPad to stop me getting bored on the journey. Being able to pick up emails on my phone was pretty handy too, I managed to get answers to a couple of outstanding questions that had been niggling me and I also saw the announcement that Arabella has been promoted to Head of Hotel Operations for all three ships. That was not news to me but at least it meant I didn’t have to keep quiet about it any more. Having said that, it was the first time I’d seen her new title and I was a little concerned to see no mention of entertainment. Still I’d be seeing her soon enough so I could find out more then, maybe. Continue reading
So the Big Pink Tent has been packed away for another year, the puffy skirt and the bra with a few stars still bravely clinging are sitting on top of my chest of drawers while I think what to do with them and the Friday walks are over for the moment. So what now? For one thing there is going to be a week with no walking whatsoever. Obviously I still have to get out of the chair to go to the loo from time to time and there will be a teeny tiny bit of ambulaton from the house to the bus stop and the bus stop to work but, other than that, there will be a lot of sitting on my bum. There may even be some chocolate. Continue reading
Today I mostly thought it was Monday, so much so that I actually posted a Good Morning Monday thread on WLR. Luckily I did remember to go to work although it was a bus both ways because of the rain and a knee that still feels a little unhappy after being asked to walk so far over the weekend. The email mountain had grown and the day was very busy, especially as I have auditions in London again on Thursday and ship visits to prepare for on Tuesday. Happy days.
Today is a day of rest and a little food shopping. There was a driving lesson in which I was rather slow and rusty due to tiredness but mostly I was looking back at my photos of London and thinking about the night of the Moonwalk and all the wonderful women who shared it with me. Continue reading
We set off for London yesterday just before midday after I’d checked and rechecked the bags to make sure I had everything this time, especially socks. Last time I forgot my socks and ended up having to walk round Putney until I found some. This was not a good way to spend the hours before the walk. The weather didn’t look great, sunny but lots of dark clouds threatening rain. Continue reading
Oh poo! The weather forecast for tonight and the early hours of Sunday morning in London is for rain! That I could really do without. This time last week the forecast was for Sun, now it’s changed. Just for once I’d have liked not to get rained on, on a walk. Honestly, I feel as if I’m in danger of acid rain erosion. Continue reading
Countdown to the Moonwalk, we are now in hours rather than days and I will admit to being rather nervous. These are not nerves about whether I can do it or not, I know I can, they are nerves about getting up there, the hotel, meeting up with everyone, getting into Moonwalk City on time, hanging around until the start, being tired before I begin, finding somewhere to pee when I’m going round, the cold, the rain, finding Commando at the end, getting back to the hotel…. Blah, blah, blah. Walking is so much easier when you just go out the door and start off, plod, plod, plod mile after mile until its done and you walk back in the door and kick off your walking shoes. Continue reading
Last night felt a little on the manic side but I got through it all in the end. The Ted Baker bag, when I got it out of the wardrobe, needed a good clean rather desperately. The last time I used it was on the way back from our Moroccan adventure, the one that ended in a night sitting on the floor of a Surrey hospital worrying about Commando. There was even an Easyjet luggage tag in one of the pockets. That accomplished I had to pack all the brochures and paperwork in and still find space for vital things like my keys, purse and what not. Quite a lot of the what not ended up staying in the little leather rucksack at home. That bag weighs a ton, good job I didn’t plan on walking anywhere much with it then. Continue reading
