28 March 2011

Emily came into bed with me halfway through the night and I worried that she would be sick again, but thankfully she wasn't. We went into Abergavenny with Mum and Dad and had coffee and Welsh cakes, then carried on to Waitrose, where Emily enjoyed using the self-scanning device. But as we were nearly done, she suddenly threw up, all over herself and the floor. As she had had 'bumbleberry' juice at the cafe, it was a horrid purple mess for the staff to clear away, but they were very nice about it; I hurried her off to the loo to clean her up and she soon calmed down. She only managed a couple of breadsticks for lunch but seemed happy enough the rest of the day. Dad was using a bonfire in Rosemary's field to burn loads of tree offcuts and it was fun getting stuck in helping lug them across the field, hacking them to smaller pieces and then throwing them on to the pyre. I've always liked playing with fire. Emily enjoyed the attentions of Rosemary's friendly cats and was pleased with some pheasant tail feathers I gave her. While Emily had tea, I went off for an overdue run. At the bottom of the lane, I parked the car and did a figure of eight run round Pandy and Llanfihangel, which I estimate to be about three and a half miles. It was a real slog and I did not get any pleasure out of it. I was only running for 33 minutes and could not have managed much more. How can this be the same person who recently ran for nearly an hour and a half?