That girl is SO dangerous...I've seen her type before!!!

They say that after time, a dog begins to resemble its owner but hey! this is ridiculous. I'd sit AT a table not ON it! The above sight is what greeted me this morning when I came in from my power walk, feeling all tingly and delighted with myself. How could I be cross with Tallulah Conchita a.k.a. 'Lulu' when she's good - knowing there was no butter in that dish she was tenaciously trying to uncover with her nose! Just as well she didn't persist because if she broke that gorgeous Italian pottery given to me by Cindy Delve I may not have been so polite. The question is...How the hell did she get up there on my kitchen table in the first place? When the cat's away the mice sure PLAY... But then Lulu is a Taurus, so she is patient and persistent, and had probably been working out a strategy, between herself and Chi Chi for months, as to how she could get up on the table to eat the sugar and lick the butter. She would have had to hopscotch from the Welsh Dresser like a cat which she is not...hmm. She would need wings - which she doesn't have - AHA -now I get it - a fairy or an angel came to her rescue...'That girl is so dangerous...I've seen her type before'. That's the song that was playing on the radio when I came in and caught her.

Alas, I'm partial to the same pleasures as Lulu - eating the sugar and licking the butter. That's why I was out pounding the Chip Trail this morning - my first time in weeks and boy was I stiff! From a health standpoint, I have used up every single one of my brownie points for good behaviour and now the tank is empty and dry and needs to be replenished...with good intentions if nothing else.

As all the beautiful young people glided past me on the chip trail, their tanned well toned limbs glistening in the early morning sun - I felt KRAP! I felt the way my car does when it is out of petrol and just running on 'Limbo' - the bit after 'the warning', just before the car conks out from dehydration - that's how I felt - just chugging along and praying I'd make the end of the 35 mins. walk before running out of steam. Then magic happened! I bumped into an Italian who had worked on my house years ago. He recognized me ! - don't know how he did? Wonders never cease "Hey Patricia - great to see you - are you running next week?" he asked (yeah right as IF I'd be running a TK!!). "Actually No" I confessed "I'm just back from Ireland and the food over there is divine...the vegetables taste like vegetables and the fish tastes and smells like fish and the brown bread and butter and sausages..." I could see he was impressed as he likes his food too. Then the stallion starts to give me 'the look' - You know the one that says 'hey good lookin' whatcha got cookin'. (there's nothing like a bit of innocent delusion!). I let him know I was on a 'tight' fitness regime (lol)  after my prolonged period of exercise drought. We said our "Cheers have a great day" as he ran off about his business.  Suddenly, after that interlude I didn't feel so KRAPPY after all.

Nothing like a cheery word - a friendly glance - to stop the mind being mean to its owner. It's true for the bumper sticker I nearly crashed into one morning "You're not always what you think!"

Have a great day and remember age is mind over matter - as long as YOU don't mind - it doesn't matter!

Cheery bye bye,

Delisha xxx