Still finding something the laugh about.

 Still finding something the laugh about.

                    The highest point of our run. How lucky we are to see this Sussex countryside

What are we Brits like? Even in the midst of all this Corona Virus sickness and horrendous amounts of death in our great country, we still find something the joke about, though I have to say that the photo of the 25 stone naked man on his balcony scratching a his vast expanse of rear end with the caption; Day 1009 of CV19 was not my favourite and I hope that people are not eating their way to a heavier self at this time. WE are being much more careful that usual not to sabotage our race chances should we be able to compete again any time in the foreseeable future.

Still the jokes come, thick and fast every time I pick my phone up or look at FB there is a new joke. We may have many questionable traits but laughing at adversity is one of our more comforting ones I think. I had a song forwarded to me yesterday that was very funny and quite unrepeatable but the theme was that we were all stuck at home with not much to do and not enough discipline or imagination to keep ourselves busy.

This is not something Steve and I suffer from, and in fact we have set to using this time to great effect. We have now reached a peak where there are not enough hours in a day to complete everything we had set ourselves upon.

Today was one of our run designated days. We have three days one week and four days the next. These are alternated, as I keep banging on about, with a stay at home turbo training set. So there we were once more leaving home for our run That is coupled with checking our business premise has not suffered any problems and picking up the post just in case something nice has landed on the mat instead of all the cancellations of late.

We were impressed with ourselves for getting up before 5 am after checking in last night to watch the National Theatre recording on One Man Two Guv’nors with James Cordon in the lead that was showing for free on TV at 7 pm last night. We were in stitches most of the way through and were both surprised that it was a farce of the first order rather than and just an amusing play we had expected. By the end of the play we both thought that James Cordon gave a performance of genius level, playing his part and the audience with equal astonishing skill. Improvisation can be a risky card to play.

We carried on laughing way after it finished and doubted that we would make our planned early call to sport this morning. None the less we did get up just before the alarm went off and after quickly cleaning our teeth, brushing our hair and throwing on our run kit. A quick coffee and catch-up on the news for a few minutes and we were away. With all the stretching sessions that we have thrown ourselves into, our muscles are in much better order and not any where near as tight as they were and because of that we had as good a run as we have had for the previous three months of the year.

The sun had not quite risen above the trees by the time we had pushed 10 very good kilometres under the belt. We also had a good score on the wildlife and farmed animal count, starting with the group of sheep who were lucky to find themselves not huddled in woolly balls sheltering from the frost as they were on Wednesday, in fact it was considerably warmer this morning then there was a blackbird singing its heart out as we started off, then there were eleven deer, spotted in small groups, a pretty little Stoat, a couple of Buzzards jousting with a Red Kite and a Yellow Hammer again. The noisiest of all are the previously cage bred Pheasants that like to advertise their whereabouts to any Fox waiting for an easy breakfast. Set that all down with a really enjoyable run and not another soul in the world anywhere in sight and our spirits were lifted to new heights.

Several You Tube classes were the order of the day when we got back indoors including my second Hula class which is best kept quiet about for the time being since my stomach doesn’t come very high in the beauty stakes compared to the pretty barefoot maiden doing the demonstrations. I am not a quitter though and intend to keep trying and today I worked up quite a sweat with my hip swaying efforts.

A nice hot bath and a few jobs attended to and the clock already showed that were had eaten into the first hour of the afternoon, so I honestly wonder who the devil all these people that say they are bored are. 

The heartening news is that the New Nightingale Hospital will take its first Corona Virus victims early next week. This information below was copied from and internet site.

In nine days, the 87,328 square metres of double exhibition halls have been fitted out with the framework for more than 80 wards, each with 42 beds. Some 500 fully-equipped beds, with oxygen and ventilators, are already in place and there is space for another 3,500.
If it did reach capacity, it would be one of the largest hospitals in the world.

How was it built?

The facility, which was officially opened on Friday, was built with the help of up to 200 soldiers a day from the Royal Anglian Regiment and Royal Gurkha Rifles, working long shifts alongside NHS staff and contractors.
Steve and I have known the giant ExCel Centre as T1 and T2 for several triathlons. Turning it into a 4000 bed hospital is so short a time is a near miracle.
The second round of Applause happened last night as our neighbours and ourselves Stood at open windows or our in their driveways to thank to wonderful and selfless work of the NHS staff throughout the land. More shouting of thanks and less moaning please.