cuppla days off

A long-ish weekend is in the offing, starting tomorrow. It’s not the queen’s birthday, nor Prince Phillip’s as far as I’m aware; the JH clan are taking off into the wild blue yonder on a family driving holiday.

“How can you afford that?” I hear you ask.

Yes, what with petrol costing slightly more than 18 carat gold it would be cheaper to move Merimbula here. Sadly, the lovely w. didn’t go for that idea, so a drive it is, followed by an unpleasant interview with the credit card company.

Still, at least I won’t be at work. I keep having those days when you print off your calendar in the morning and see meetings from 9 to 5 non-stop.

Running
Well, not exactly non-stop. I managed to take some time off to have a quick jaunt around the tan at lunch-time. One jaunt and 8 trips up and down Anderson Street, for my sins.

Heart attack
No, not me. Do you really think I’d be blogging if I’d had a heart attack? Actually, I might, but I wouldn’t leave it to last.

I am referring to a guy at work who had a bit of a coronary while running. I don’t want to mention his name, so I’ll just call him Luke. Oops. Anyway, it turns out Luke who, by the way is a strapping 36 year-old, about 7 foot 3 with spiky blond hair and a rather showy taste in suits; he looks like if he missed out on a spot in the team for Beijing he’d seriously consider appealing to the court of arbitration for sport.

Where was I? Oh yes.

Luke – super fit guy, boxer, rower, young-ish, runs 40km/week in his sleep – he was running hard up-hill reps one day earlier this year when he started to feel a bit faint. Before he knew it, one of the pipes in his chest was bursting, blood was flooding into bits where blood should not flood and he was keeling over, preparatory to waking up in the emergency ward.

Scary eh?

Still, he’s okay now, or so he tells me. Either way, I’m not going to make him tag along in the Anderson street direction any time soon.

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