Friday, November 09, 2012
This week hasn't gone strictly to plan regarding the diet/exercise. My lovely son has been over visiting. Like many teenagers, he's not too keen on walking for walking's sake and I've not felt like going off to the gym and leaving him sitting home alone. So I've sacrificed some exercise hours for his company. I've stuck to the healthy eating side of things fairly well - except for the slice of his birthday cake that I allowed myself to indulge in yesterday. The actual slice of cake wasn't too bad - it was the "licking the bowl" calories that I managed to consume whilst making the cake that did the damage! He goes home tomorrow so I'll be strictly back on track.
In other news, I was out walking this morning and noticed that there have been some additions to the family of goats that live at the end of the road. Sooooo cute! 3 new baby goats, frolicking in the mud.
They brought to mind an encounter with an old chap we used to know when we first got married. We lived oop north in England, in Northern Lincolnshire. Eddie was the night watchman at the refinery where my hubby used to work and he kept pygmy goats (and rabbits too but they don't feature in the story). One day, hubby and I were out on our bikes, exploring the villages, when it started to spit with rain. We knew Eddie lived somewhere close by but were still surprised to see his head pop over the hedge and demand "Where's tha goin?"
"Goxhill," replied hubby.
"What's tha goin oop theer fer? There's nowt theer. Come in and see me goats."
That was an offer we couldn't refuse, especially in the rain. So we followed Eddie in, listening to him mumble something about "Goxhill's bin theer since time o' Vikings, it'll still be theer when thee gets theer - if tha ever finds it...."
Anyhow, long story short, I fell in love with Eddie's pygmy goats. They were just adorable. Shortly later, we left and cycled back home, deciding Goxhill would wait for another day.
The next day, Eddie turned up on our doorstep with a box.
"I've got thee wun!" he announced with a huge grin.
Hubby looked at me and stuttered "s-s-s-sorry?"
"I've got tha missus a goat!"
It took some delicate handling to explain to Eddie that, although his goats were gorgeous, we really didn't think one would live comfortably with us in our suburban semi.
The trees are truly beautiful at the moment.