I would normally delete an out of focus or pixellated photograph like this one but I am sharing it because of the story behind it.
This is what anyone driving past Stoke Mandeville Hospital at about half past midnight last Sunday morning would have seen. About 500 ladies in pink tee-shirts most of them with flashing bunny ears on their heads. Continue reading “Watch out for flashing bunny ears”
I am going to break the habit of many weeks and post nearly two days running. Today I will bore you with statistics! However to make it a little more interesting I will include a few graphs. I am going to cover our friends on our way to the top of Scotland (without EU passports) and their and my blogs, my latest numbers which I got at chemo 5 and finally some referendum that has caused quite a bit of a storm on Facebook. Apparently now the result is known everyone (well that is a bit of an exaggeration) is googling the EU to find out what it is/was. Continue reading “Numbers, numbers, numbers”
Well done WolfRunners you did it and raised £5,275 towards Callum’s all-terrain wheelchair. Brilliant effort. Continue reading “Running and Cycling (update 1)”
This week we had a most enjoyable lunch with a friend to celebrate his 70th birthday. I had told you about him in “I once ran in the same race as Zola Budd” – he was running the London Marathon to raise money for the Salvation Army and I am delighted to tell you that he exceeded his target of raising £4,000. In the same post I also mentioned that my son and daughter-in-law also run, but shorter distances with obstacles. Tomorrow they tackle the WOLF Run – nothing to do with being chased by large lupines but a 10k run through Woods Obstacles Lakes and Fields. Continue reading “Running and Cycling (not me I hasten to add)”
This weekend it is the London Marathon and a good friend is running trying to finish before his 70th Birthday (in June). He is running for the Salvation Army – all is explained in his Charity page. When the London Marathon first started it was such a great event that even I thought that I should have a go – oh the foolishness of youth! Continue reading “I once ran in the same race as Zola Budd”