However, and with a peculiar rarity for a chap such as myself, I wasn't able to finish my main course. Having departed for the restaurant only minutes after finishing my Saturday morning run (an 18 kilometre run, followed straight after by a 9K walk with Yoda) my stomach hadn't quite settled yet, which in turn led to my desire to eat essentially replicating that of a 6 stone catwalk model.
Without the bulimia of course. Did you know Elton John is bulemic? I think he's doing it wrong.
Of course, I'm assuming there's a right way.
My hunger has returned this evening however, and sated by the tablet Carole and Luca cooked (Baked? Prepared?) for me. Absolutely delicious in the way that anything that is very bad for you in every way generally is. So good though.
Tomorrow Luca and I will travel to Banchory to take Dad out for a Fathers Day lunch. Mum is coming too, and I'm taking them to the Douglas Arms. Not an eatery known for it's "posh nosh", but an appropriate setting as Ross is working his last shift there tomorrow before returning full time to coffee outlet "Tease". But, most importantly, can we score ourselves a free pint?
Assuming there's time, Luca and I will visit the cinema beforehand, for a 10am showing of "Man Of Steel", the new Superman movie. Words cannot describe the anticipation levels my nerdish sensibilities are registering. Indeed, this past decade has been a geek dreamland, with the movies dominated by big budget comic book adaptations. The meek have indeed inherited the earth.
Luca certainly hasn't been meek this past week, as almost every day he's dragged me out to play football with him straight after work. The bright weather has been a rarely witnessed surprise, as has Luca's burgeoning effort. A very competent player, his lack of size, physicality and application often hold him back in games. However, he's slowly becoming braver and showing greater fortitude, and has even begun to aggressively attempt to tackle the ball from me in the park. A maurauding run and goal at his tournament last week, bullying his way past 3 opponents on route, appears an omen of things to come.
On Monday I have a meeting with my bosses at work as the end of my probation period looms. Nothing to worry about, just procedure, and I've already been told they want to get me involved in heavier project related work. A nice confidence boost of course, although slightly at odds with my decision to move in the first place (for a quieter life). That said, I have felt a little listless of late - perhaps a little extra mental emphasis at work may not be as destrimental as I might initially have thought.
Next Sunday brings my latest race, the Portsoy 10K. To be honest I'm not greatly enthused about this one, despite the scenic route promised by the organisers. I've been enjoying training on longer distances of late and the upcoming "Ballater 10 Mile" and "Crathes Half Marathon" are of greater interest now.
As mentioned in a previous blog we had my cousins Meghan and Kieran (and fiancee Julie) visit a few weeks back. I forgot I had this photo. Yes, all are wearing false moustaches. Why? I can't recall. But I do enjoy Luca's impression of a prepubescent Asterix The Gaul.
I loved Asterix books as a kid. Above is a better picture, with Luca posing with his team-mates before last weeks tournament. As usual he was the smallest. I do love that cocky expression however. And note his tight grip of the ball. He doesn't verbalise it, but he considers himself to be the captain.
And why the hell not?
**Useless fact of the day - A human head remains conscious between 15 and 20 seconds after decapitation**
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