The trouble with living with a fit bloke .....

..... is that sometimes he likes me to do fit things with him. Like cycling. Or walking. Or cycling. And when you're not really that way inclined ...... if, say for instance, you list one of your hobbies as "sitting down"; sometimes - just sometimes - it can make you a tad ratty.


Take last Sunday morning. I'd just done my regular early morning blogging and had slid back into bed for a session of warming my cold tootsies on the heater that is RGH.


But before they'd even started thawing he was out of bed saying "It's a lovely morning ...... shall we go for a cycle?"

Me (having foolishly thought I'd be safe this weekend as just the day before he'd put in nearly 40 miles of proper cycling. ie. without me holding him up) : "No way!"

RGH : "How about a walk?"

Me : "Get lost!" (Note to my Mum : I didn't really tell him to Get Lost. I know that's not the way to talk to your husband) (Note to everyone else : I really told him to Get Stuffed) (Hormones. What can I say?)


RGH : "You can bring a monkey and take hundreds of photos along the way"

Me : "No! Now get back here and warm my feet up (please)!!"


RGH : "We could stop for coffee and muffin on the way back ....."


Me (desperately fighting my way out of the duvet) : "Throw me my pants!!" (and for any Americans watching, I didn't mean my trousers)

Anyway, after that little too-much-information snippet (and sorry if I've put you off your breakfast), my mood wasn't great. I was only in it for the muffin. Still, I picked up 007 and off we went.

First of all he made us walk up this Telly Tubby hill ......

(I realise that that, in itself, doesn't look too bad.)

But then he suggested we walk to that tower in the distance .......

Well, I say "we", but most of the time 007 travelled like this ......

..... or this .....

...... or this .......

(Hmm. I think someone may be missing having a small child to give shoulder carries to)

Obviously the monkey and I tried to hide ......

...... but unfortunately that tree trunk wasn't big enough for both of us (so I let 007 have it)

Eventually I made it to the top of another hill, with 007 shouting encouragement all the way ......

007 :

We stopped for a breather at the top .......

...... and messed around for a bit .......

Until eventually we got there. This was as close as we could get ......

Shame really, as I quite fancied the idea of 007 doing a bit of a King Kong from the top of the tower. And where's that pesky bag of stunt monkees when you need it?

On the way back we went scrumping ......

...... but 007 didn't really like the healthy flavour of apple ......

(I assured him that in it's purest form of fermented fizzy apple juice, it's really quite pleasant)

And when we spotted the size of these conkers ........

007 was after them like a flash!

Now normally I hate tangle-weed in our hedge, but this looked quite sweet .......

..... and this looked even sweeter ......

FINALLY we got to Coffee #1 where I spent a good few minutes stroking my muffin .......

...... and can I just point out that I didn't do this ......?

(I merely took the photo)

And the worst part of it all? I had a really nice time. Just like he knew I would. But that's not to say I want to do it all again next Sunday, ok? (Apart from the coffee and muffin, natch)

A couple of other things ........

Thanks so much for all the lovely comments about my daughter's birthday, we were chuffed to receive them. Well, she wasn't that chuffed that my fears about a boyfriend were confirmed and worries that she may not be allowed out until she's 21. Or possibly 25.

And do you remember Pudding Padding? Gu. Reduced at Sainsburys. Hurry.