Catching up........

I know, I know ! I promised a weekly blog but since I last put finger to keyboard I've been rushed off my feet at work (violins please!)
So, it's been 3 weeks since my last blog post (sounds a bit like a confessional doesn't it?   For the catholics amongst you). I've carried on with the walking around the country lanes of the south wirral...........found a few new routes which alleviates the boredom including a pleasant one along the river. My preferred late night route is a local circuit of about 11km and during one particularly unpleasant sojourn in the dark and wet I realised that I walked past 17 pubs!!! Lord knows in my hey day I couldn't walk past one! How times change!
I had one minor hiccup a couple of weeks ago when the second fruit of my loins (the indomitable George) went on a school outwood bound trip for 4 days. The lazy little toe-rag couldn't be bothered looking for his own cheapy walking boots so figured that his ageing, forgetful father probably wouldn't miss his lovely comfy expensive boots for a few day!! I walked in trainers..............big mistake!!! Even my blisters had blisters!!!
Oh how we laughed............not!
I had to go to Edinburgh for a couple of days (no, not to meet my mate the Pope) and stayed in a hotel just below the castle...........the food at dinner was diabolical but breakfast... MY GOD.......no wonder the Scots die in their 40's....my breakfast plate represented a slaughter in the farmyard...........pork sausages (pig), bacon (pig), steak (cow), haggis (sheep), black pudding (?? you tell me, no, on 2nd thoughts don't) and eggs (chickens)
Finally the cross-trainer arrived from Amazon.............but only after Rottweiller Julie (wifey) let the people at Home Delivery and Amazon know that she was a little upset with them!!! (that's very cleaned up to protect the vulnerable...) Then guess what?? A second cross trainer arrived!Where's that e-bay account?
Last week required a friday night break from exercise and careful eating....Mikey (first fruit of loins) was 16 and a night out with family, some of his friends, the wonderful Uncle John, and some fab friends from the world of radio (Kev, Katie and Rick) ensued. San Carlos in Liverpool a bit of a "see and be seen" place, but lively, saw a couple of ex footy players, herbert the celebrity hairdresser (my his skin is sooooo tight I wonder how he manages that at his age? he he.) Great family night out pics on facebook.
This walking on the flat is ok but I suppose I'd better give some serious thought to walking some hills soon. My mate Harris (you'd hate him, 57, retired headmaster, eats like a pig drinks like a fish and probably 8 stone in his boxers, runs up mountains like a goat) is going to take me to Snowdonia for a "serious" walk ohho!
I thought I'd like to take off to my place in the French Alps for a couple of weekend walks before the snows (and tourists) come I'm trying to persuade Harris and Starky (he's an estate agent but he's not as slippery as some and occasionally forgets and lets the truth slip out so we'll forgive him) to come with me.
The money continues to roll in, I've had lots of "promises" (sadly all financial) and I'm beginning to wonder if I should up my target to £15000...
Radio going well, apparently the show is now attracting serious sponsors, you can listen to it as a pod cast if you like by clicking on the "City Talk" logo over to the left of the page.
Well now that confession is over I'll do my best to get back to weekly updates.............
Talk soon Mike x