Today has been nice. I didn't get a lie-in, but Spouse did.Admittedly, not ideal. That said, if I get dragged from my nod-pit first by the Sprogster, I can play the martyr for a few hours. So, when Spouse finally emerges, well-rested, showered shaved and spouting things like, 'the rejuvenative qualities of an extra couple of hours sleep compare favourably with a visit to Champneys,' he is on the back foot right from the get-go. I can request favours. Be a little more demanding than usual...extract a few cakes, promises, kisses,household appliances.
Oh, and he's never been to Champneys. But I didn't want to be all curmudgeonly, so I let it go.
This afternoon we took a long walk. We tramped through moss covered labyrinthine forests, scrambled over rocks and under fallen firs. We startled a deer - but it scared the SHIT out of us first! Spouse and Sprog held their pilgrim's staffs aloft and shouted things like 'Behold warriors, the salver of enlightenment awaits at foot of sacred oak yonder.'....while I satisfied myself with manic gnome impersonations and doing surprise ambushes onto their backs from overhanging branches. And ended up chewing lichen.
Oh what larks!
Flora and fauna interlude - anemones in delicate shades of mauve and pink lined the pathways.Wild hellebores nodded their unwieldy heads, like miniature, lime-green, processional monks.I didn't smoke any plant material today, although I'm aware I may be giving quite a different impression.At the dew-filled pond we had a short chat with a charming unicorn on a pilgrimage to Lourdes. He said he was looking forward to a good match and that he had tickets for the member's enclosure. Howzat?
And when we got home, after we'd traipsed six muddy boots all over the kitchen floor, drank hot tea and ate gooey lemon cake, we were well knackered. So, we lit the fire, turned on the TV and collapsed in a heap.
Athletics from Torino.
Perhaps it was just because we were exhausted from our exertions and resented having our noses rubbed in it by such perfect physical specimens. I am one of the world's greatest optimists, but I don't think I could ever, EVER, understand what motivates any sane person to take up the pole vault. I am quite certain that even in my warped, irresponsible and regularly fucked-up reality,I have never been tempted to take up the pole vault.Have you?
Sunday, 8 March 2009
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Never! Can imagine what would happen if I did now! Ker....ping!!!! Crash! Ouch!
I should imagine anyone meeting you in the woods would find you a mighty interesting family to bump into. What with the pilgrim sticks and the archaic sayings!
You all sound lovely!
Word verification unprin sounds a little French or does it mean that what I wrote was unprin (table)
I was the Essex under 15's pole vault champion in 1987!!!
Sorry ... that was clearly a lie.
No, can't understand it either. Do their poles ever snap?
We did shot put (putt?) at school for a while, which was equally bizarre.
I've never thought about it, but you're right. How do people get started? Does someone say to them "here's a long stick, and there's an H-shaped arrangement over there - see what you can do"?
I am sure I would levitate one foot off the ground and then come crashing down in a very unladylike manner and use swear words a lot in both English and Dutch.
I used to high jump but finally became intimidated by the pole.
I pole-vault at least once a day. Sometimes more regularly. I don't understand how a girl could though, not unless we're talking about different things.
I believe that most women pole vaulters were attracted to the sport after starting out as pole dancers. Of course, in Poland they are known as pole pole vaulters.
One can also do polo vaulting but you must be in mint condition to attempt that.
Then there are the mole and vole vaulters but that's another branch of the sport entirely. I think I'll go and have a lie-down now.
seeing that guy's pole snap that time put me off it for life. and didn't one of them get the pole between his meat and two veg once??
it's not right.
Pigx
no what is REALLY wierd is the person who FIRST did this. what were they thinking, ?
actually its not so crazy. I vaguely remember seeing gondola pilots/drivers??? sort of vaulting from their gondolas to the shore...perhaps I shall start propelling myself around town in this manner...dodging dog poo....
Pig in the Kitchen said...
seeing that guy's pole snap that time put me off it for life.
Ouch! Some poor chap's pole snapped off?? *wince*
Maggie,
Yes...I'm not sure how lovely we are...perhaps a bit weird though!People tend to avoid eye contact and walk faster when they clock us.
Sally,
I was really impressed there, for a minute! I remember doing shot putt, but my weedy chicken wing arms could hardly pick the bloody thing up. I was champion at smoking behind the bike sheds, though.
Iota,
My point exactly. It think you'd have to be of a certain psychological make up, to want to try it in the first place.(nutter)
Irene,
High jump? Wow. That was always done by the real statuesque beauties!
Brennig,
Isn't that a pogo-stick? I thought you got a bus to work.
Dumdad,
Ha ha!Love it! Vole vaulters - sounds like my kind of sport.
Pig,
You actually snapped a guy's pole?Crikey!
Screamish,
I suppose double poles would be a bit like stilts...which would be great for poo-avoidance.
Ah right. Talking about different things then. :)
Goes to show you that it was the completely wrong branch of the sport for me, although I was quite cute.
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