I’ve had a nice quiet Saturday. Geth and I went and did a very hilly parkrun this morning, then out shopping, and we’ve spent the afternoon watching rugby with the in-laws (well, to be fair, I didn’t actually watch the Scotland match – I put my headphones in and listened to the chart so as not to put my stress levels up!).
A bit of writing, boardgaming, and Indian takeaway tonight – and then a long run tomorrow afternoon, which should set me up nicely for the Inverness half in a couple of weeks’ time!
Today’s earworm playlist:
Justin Bieber – Love Yourself George Ezra – Paradise Duran Duran – Skin Trade The Move – Blackberry Way Jean McCarthy – I Own It Ariana Grande – 7 Rings
And a couple of bonus tracks that Geth was humming earlier:
Georg Friedrich Handel – See The Conquering Hero Carole King – So Far Away
One of the interesting things about getting back into routine is that routine things feel out of the ordinary!
Today was a very routine Friday – Geth and I went into town in the morning to do a bit of clothes shopping and drop our smart clothes off at the tailor to be altered, then I went home and spent the afternoon working, then we went to the pub to celebrate Geth going on annual leave. I’m now having a nice quiet evening catching up with admin while Geth sorts out the music for pre-DJing Lisa and Kieran’s wedding.
Tomorrow we get to run our home parkrun at Newcastle for the first time since May!
Returning from parkrun on the Saturday was a lot more relaxing than getting there had been! A couple of friendly fellow parkrunners gave us a lift back to Whitby train station, and we got on the GO train to head back to Toronto. I like the GO trains because they’re double-decker, like the trains in Italy:
We had some lovely lakeside views going back into Toronto.
Once back in Toronto, there were lots of interesting things to see on the way back to our hotel, including this insanely tacky dog-themed fountain:
After we got back to our hotel for a post-parkrun shower, we headed to Panera for a coffee and a pastry, having missed the window for breakfast at the hotel. The pastry was delicious and I can still taste it now. After tomorrow’s weigh-in, I may have to put aside some syns for something similar!
We then went shopping – Geth for shorts (which he couldn’t find in the right style at the right price point, so we gave up) and boxers (trusty ol’ H&M did some Star Wars ones!), and me for tops (H&M again) and underwear (on a good deal at Victoria’s Secret Pink, but Geth was not impressed with how expensive bras are these days). Geth’s habitual ‘Valleys boy’ reaction to spending a lot of money in the shops is to go and find a pub for a stiff drink, so we went to one of Toronto’s many ‘British’ bars and watched the sport on the TV again.
In the evening, we went out for Mum’s birthday meal at the Pickle Barrel, joined by Malcolm and Steff and Steff’s parents Mike and Antoniette – it was lovely to catch up with them. I skipped the starter this time so that I could be sure of fully enjoying the Brown Cow cheesecake!
I went to my first vintage fair of 2018 today (and definitely not the last – there are another six coming up within the next month alone. Good thing vintage stuff can be so cheap!) Today’s fair was a small event held at the Northumbria student union, put on by Headlock Vintage. I was itching to get going with the vintage shopping this year, especially as I’ve been wanting to get some more interesting patterns into my mostly-solid-black wardrobe (the goth is still strong with this one).
The three things I ended up buying were light summer garments. I think this is my not-so-subconscious telling me I’m getting fed up of winter now. The black and white diamond material and the pink and black material are both capri trousers; the floral material is a dress. All black backgrounds, I know, but I think I’ve been successful with the ‘interesting patterns’ thing.
When I went up to pay, I also got a voucher for 20% off on the Headlock Vintage website, which was a nice bonus! I went home and promptly used it to grab myself a nice top. A blue top, without a hint of black. I am branching out, sort of.