Last night, not long after I had gone to sleep in a huff at losing the pub quiz, I was woken up by a man shouting...Ronnie!...Ronnie!!
Convinced he was at the bottom of the stairs and Ronnie was upstairs I froze til every nerve I have started to crawl and my toes curled up....horrid feeling on waking.
Wishing I didn't sleep in the buff... I planned how I was going to save my life with a spray can of leave in hair conditioner and a torch.....
I was regretting giving away the cricket and baseball bats.....funny how much goes through the mind in seconds...
That was when I saw the blue light on the radio...it had come on on its own and Ronnie and the shouting man were characters in a play....
Gness, no you can't run faster than me.
If I am strolling along at a gentle pace, your pace is a cross between a trot and a canter trying to keep up.
Mind you, if we were on a hillside you might have a sporting chance xx