word of the week #31

I particularly like the fact that in this weeks doodle you can see the outline of my first attempt imprinted on the paper. I decided to elaborate on just writing the word short, partly because it was difficult to make the word itself look short, it just kept looking like snort, so I opted for this rather nautical looking pair of shorts instead. I'm not sure why you would have a patch on your shorts saying short but suspend disbelief for me if you can.

So, my hair is short (seamless link there I'm sure you will agree!). I got it all chopped off, and even more excitingly acquired a sweepy side fringe. We did not get along to begin with but relations are improving. The last time I had a fringe was 11 years ago, at 18, and it was not a great success. The time before that I was two, and so the family folklore goes, everyone mistook me for a boy. So far so good on this occasion, perhaps it is third time lucky. I have not been mistaken for a boy yet, although I have twice been mistaken for a colleague with a similar hair style who sits in the same area as me. Her hair is lovely so I am counting this as a win.

The days are feeling very short at the moment, as my final days at this job count down. There are lots of last meetings, and goodbyes, and finishing off of things, so they are whizzing by. I was out for dinner with good friends from university last night and the three hours there also felt far too short, lost in a haze of wine, food and endless chats.

I went on a run with Millie tonight. I am struggling to regain my pace after a few weeks off. Millie was running in and out of the undergrowth and it was not an enjoyable run getting yanked along the path. After two toilet stops (the dog, not me) when I had been aiming to run without slowing, I wasn't the cheeriest. I finished the run and my time has slowed massively, which is making my ambition to run the 10k in under an hour look increasingly unlikely as it is now less than 8 weeks away. By the time I walked by my parents' house and stopped to say hello my temper was pretty short, my poor mum got a somewhat surly daughter on the doorstep and I told her that the dog and I were not good friends. In typical doting grandparent style though my mum gave Millie a big smile and plenty of treats so I think Millie views it as a very successful trip out.

Having got home and had a moan to The Husband about my run he did good husbandly duty and said lots of encouraging things. I had suggested a takeaway earlier but neither of us really fancied one so he went out to buy us some wine and dinner from Marks and Spencer and I stayed home to get changed. Happily the grump was short lived, and after a dance around the bedroom to this I felt much better (I also messaged my mum to let her know my mood was improved!). The Husband is home now, dinner is ready and so I shall cut this post short too, wishing you all a lovely weekend.