Running up that hill

I had a conversation on the phone today with my god-daughter, who is only a couple of months away from turning 13, and it would seem that she has never heard of Marlon Brando. In case you are at all interested, this came up because I told her I was going to name our almost here child Orlando Marlon Brando.

Anyway.

I've had a rather odd day, which I partly blame on chupachups. I woke up before the crack of dawn, sometime around 4.30am I estimate, and began thinking about how the house needed a bloody good sorting out. Now before you go all "Ohh, its because you're nesting", I think it is more likely to be due to the house being a tip and our friends Cathy & Geoff arriving tomorrow. So I managed to tidy part of the house (the more 'public' areas) whilst chatting to Birmingham on the phone and semi-fashioning a dog bed out of cardboard boxes.

Then I headed off to the drama school cafe, from whence I have been cruelly cast out, ie Liz says there is no more need for my sandwich making skills seeing as the students have all pissed off for summer, to say hello, but it left me oddly depressed and feeling a little off kilter. From there I headed to pick Jo up for lunch with the "dads", which would have been alot more fun if we'd actually been able to hear ourselves over the earbleeding squawking of many a person in the basement-like enclave of Rahzoo cafe. Though the food was okay and I suppose that is the main point of lunch. The is now some change afoot regards baby names, so those of you who I have discussed this topic with please ignore previous comments. The name is changing. I think.

Still grumpy, I came home. Though I wasn't as grumpy as I was on Tuesday when I managed to spill petrol on my arm. I decided to go all proactive and take the G-beast for a run up Mount Vic. It was a killer, but the downhill part wasn't too bad. Mostly it consisted of laborious breathing, staggering and cramp. Ho hum.

The reason I blame chupachups is because I ate one of their lollipops before I was inspired to go for a run and I don't think it helped.

Off to ante-natal classes now to learn about baby cpr. Fun.