Watch out Nicola Adams, there's a new kid on the block. Apparently I'm a natural boxer! My stance is great, my technique is superb, and best of all I love it. I wore a bigger set of gloves this time, and I reckon I could have knocked out Sugar Ray Robinson with them. It feels so good to lunge out and hit your target smack in the middle. I wish the nuns had thought to put boxing on the curriculum all those years ago. My life might have turned out very differently. I had nearly cancelled the session thanks to having stupidly drunk two glasses of prosecco the night before. I woke up with a headache, and taking the dog for his morning romp exhausted me. I wasn't expecting to last even half an hour, and confessed to Mary. You'll be fine, she told me briskly. Exercise will help. And it did. After an hour of jumping up and down with weights, lunging (with weights), and performing all sorts of tricks my body didn't think it could do (yup, with weights) I felt fantastic. Our next meeting won't be until 10th January, what with Christmas, and Mary going off to do triathlon trials, so I'll have to keep up the good work on my own. And I will. I'm all fired up now. Ain't nothing gonna stop me.
Coming back from Snape along the near-deserted A12 late last night I was treated to a very fine sight. First one, then a whole herd of deer stepped into the road and skipped delicately across in front of me. At first I couldn't make out what they were though they were no more than 50 feet away. The leader twisted her body back as she crossed, presumably telling the others it was safe to go. It wasn't! Luckily I wasn't speeding, and they were unperturbed by my headlights. Such beautiful creatures, out there somewhere quietly living their lives undisturbed and hopefully unmolested by us. I haven't seen any near my house for over two years but I'm sure they'll return one day. When they do, Hugo will be kept under lock and key.
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