Change of plan. I am now dragging myself up Box Hill instead of going to the seaside. I'll get Mr Smith to come with me to the coast on Saturday. I have to go to Dorking today so I may as well use my legs and get sand in my shoes at the weekend. I have got out a walk from my 1001 walks book and it looks mighty steep - never mind I'll just have to take my time. The big question is: with pack or without pack? I could take a lightly filled pack and a bottle of water. I will sing "Climb Every Mountain, Ford Every Stream" and be a big fat Reverend Mother all the way up the hill - well it'll make a change from One Man Went to Mow.
Yesterday I swam and it was lovely. I swam outside in the glorious sunshine and had the pool to myself. I had had a glass of wine at the bar with the Lovely Claudia (I was showing off the Club of which I am a member but hardly ever attend) and then got terrible hiccups during my swim.
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