It was very cold and very blustery this morning in Watford. This was my first Half Marathon of the year and formed part of my training for the Paris Marathon, to be held in April.
Sometimes it’s fascinating to spend the day immersed in someone else’s world. Joe was performing in Covent Garden, so I went along to provide child care for my nephew, whilst Trish was videoing the act. He’s really rather talented, my brother.
A wonderful occasion this morning when I was able to be present at the priesting of my old friend Sue Beverly. Last year I attended her installation as deacon, so it was terrific to return to Llandaff Cathedral to see her welcomed into the priesthood of the Church in Wales.
Jack-Patrick, his mum, dad, grandmother and proud uncle, all visited the Cotswold Farm Park this afternoon. Difficult to know what excited Jack most. Meeting real pigs, stamping in puddles or riding on a mini tractor. For me, the piglets win every time.
Every so often, usually when I’m visiting the USA, people do a double-take when they find out my name. “John May,” they question, “aren’t you a character in ‘V’?” http://v.wikia.com/wiki/John_May I normally smile, nod and admit to being an urban legend. Earlier this year, in the middle of a large reception held in…
Apparently, there used to be 33 greyhound racing tracks in London. Now there are only four. And in August, arguably the most famous one will close, making way for a housing or retail development. The country is no longer going to the dogs, apparently. Tonight, however, I did. Ruth, Mona, Steve, Lynn and Stacy joined…
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s Beanoman, on his last half-marathon of the year in Bedford. 2 hours 6 minutes. The course was quite hilly, but the weather was perfect. A really fun morning.
