George

It was the St. George’s Day parade in Kirkham today. The weather was miserable but there were more people on the street than I have seen in a long time. It gave me hope. I was down there to take more photos for the scouts and so had to keep running from the back back over to the front of the parade.

For a brief moment I forgot how unhealthy I was and ran. It felt good for… ooo… five seconds and then the heart pounding and the shaking and the being totally unable to breath. Oh, and then the throwing up and the needing to lie down and then the sleeping for 8 hours.

Great. I really do feel ready for the scrap heap.

It was St George’s Day on the 23rd. Patron Saint of half a dozen countries and the Scout Association. Fought a dragon y’know. Feels just like the person we should be following.

My brain is not doing well today