Today I’m wearing:
- The Dress.
- Faux silky bolero thing that came from a charity shop and cost £2.50.
- Skirt that I bought at Gap the weekend before I went to Glasgow for uni. It’s so faded now but I can’t quite let it go.
I fully intended to not wear a skirt over the Dress today, I promise you I didn’t. However the atmospheric pressure today rather forced my hand. You see, the mass of the Dress skirt is not enough to overcome local changes in air pressure. Therefore the Dress skirt is caught in the upward shift of air currents.
Basically, it was too windy.
This flighty skirt problem has been particularly troublesome with the recent spate of lovely seasonal weather. I can think of at least two occasions when I’ve had a Marilyn moment in Parliament Street, and although I can’t undo those times, I can take preventative measures to ensure they don’t happen again. This means extra layers to increase the skirt density. Some may say you can’t really see the Dress, but I don’t think anyone wants to see my pants.
Today I went for my first run since before I was stricken with a rhinovirus*. Surprisingly, I didn’t keel over after a mile. Even more surprisingly, I ran quite quickly. Even more surprisingly, I quite enjoyed myself.
We’re training for the York 10K and the Great North Run, which are in August and September respectively. We’ve been training since January, slowly steadily building up. This is because I’m as talented at running as I am at dancing; I run with the grace of a galumphing warthog. However, as long as I can galumph for 13.1 miles on the 13th of September, I don’t care. A is doing both races with me, and has been mostly coming out for runs with me. He doesn’t really need to, he’s got legs like an antelope and the grace of a gazelle. A ginger gazelle. With glasses. His effortless panache as he lollops along the tarmac is beautiful to behold**.
Anyway, my training began along the lines of Simon Pegg in Run Fatboy Run (watch the video below) but now I’m much more easy in my gambolling. I will run the Great North Run.
Both of these races are also in aid of St Michael’s Hospice. This cause is so close to my heart that I wanted to do as much as I possibly could for them, so it means getting out there and pounding pavements, rain or shine. And in York, it’s mostly rain.
This Quite Exciting Necklace was an anniversary present from A. It’s enamel and heavy, which I like. I like a lot. It’s by a Scottish designer called Karen Mabon. She makes scarves mostly, but has a line of Quite Exciting Jewellery. I had my eye on this one
, but gave up on that dream as it’s really not suitable for work, and work is where I spend most of my days. I do like the one with gulls, though.
A sidenote: there is no such thing as a seagull. There are only types of gulls. That’s one of the facts imparted to me by my beloved that I wish I could un-know. Now when anyone mentions seagulls, I have to bite my lip to stop myself correcting them. Now all of you know. I’m so glad you can share in my frustration.
Thank you so much to those of you who donated yesterday. It honestly means the world to me. We’re at £222.01.
St Michael’s offers so many services, it’s almost unbelievable. They offer spiritual, practical, physical, emotional, and psychological care to patients and their families. While most of this is for cancer sufferers, they also support people with other illnesses, like chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, Parkinson’s, motor neurone disease and end stage heart and lung disease.
This doesn’t come cheap. St Michael’s needed £4.4 million in 2014 to keep their services going; they received £889,000 from the NHS. The rest they had to fundraise.
This is why I’m fundraising for them. The world would be a harder, darker place without them in it, and we need to keep this service alive. Anything you can spare would be fantastic, everything helps.
*The common cold. Names in Latin make things sound more exciting than they are.
**I’m making up for calling him a tetchy kitten yesterday, can you tell?