sigh

There’s a fair bit of sighing going on in the JH house at present, but precious little else.

If you’re up on events chez JH, that oughtta tell you all you need to know.

Hamburgers
I wrote, some days ago, on the considerable desirability of old-fashioned red-blooded, beet-rooted hamburgers. The prospect of a burger with a fried egg loomed like some marvellous mirage in a desert of chick-peas and organic boredom.

What with one thing or another, it wasn’t until tonight that the dream came to fruition, and even then I had to make it myself. But gosh, it was worth it!

Running
10km or thereabouts this morning with A/M. The “f” word per kilometre ratio was considerably down compared to previous weeks, which either means she’s getting fitter or is becoming a reformed soul.