I've realised over the last couple of days, just how out of shape I really am. I knew I was a bit out of shape, because I don't do much exercise and I do like my grub. That's why the climb up Ben Rinnes knocked the crap out of me a bit. Apart from the knee, I didn't feel too bad at the time, but today my ankles' playing up, my shoulder's stiff, and both knees fell slightly abused. So, with that in mind, I'm off to ascend another Corbett tomorrow, Corryhabbie Hill (in my language - Curry happy hill), Fortunately, this one has a much more gradual ascent, and I'll be taking it easy just to be safe. At least the weather looks better this time, and hopefully there won't be much in the way of snow still lying.
That's my old car off of the road now. It's in my old man's garage. I could have left it out in the car park, but there are too many busy-bodies around here, and the traffic wardens occasionally pass through as well. It's just not worth the risk, especially when you haven't got 2 pennies to rub together anyway. The wife and kids still aren't too enamoured with the new vehicle, but it's better than nothing, which is what I was worried about landing with. I needn't remind you of the state of public transport in these parts, and besides, how the hell would I get anywhere near those hills without a car? It would be impossible!
My wife's birthday is coming up. All husbands will hate me for this, but the wife and I have a great agreement. We buy our own birthday presents, for ourselves that is. As long as it's within reason, we can buy what we want. No problems with clothes sizes, having to take the present back to the shop and so on. We're very practical in that sense. I know it's nice to have a surprise, at least until you reach puberty, then it just becomes annoying to receive an ill-chosen gift. It's much preferable to receive cash, so you can buy what you want. We've just circumvented all that nonsense. Great isn't it?
