One of those my life is better than your life posts…
You know a blogging brag. A blag, if you will
Like when people instragram their food conquests
and then an empty, rather decimated and ugly plate
I don’t get that bit
but I don’t have to.
The world isn’t there, necessarily, for me to get.
This blag is in regards to
The one that came out when I went for my first run in years the other day.
I took it to mean “good on you”, because when I say run I am using a very very loose definition of the word run… I wobble, stumble and heave for about thirty seconds then pant like a strangled donkey.
So, don’t be jealous of the view
I need it to get me from A to B.
The only thing I used to run for is trams, and we don’t have them here.