4 Meals In A Day

I accidentally ate four meals on Monday 13 August. WW and I took the boys to Mote Park in Maidstone and let them play in the playground. After we fed the ducks at the lake we went and ordered some food. My order was as follows:

Two sausages and chips and a sausage roll and chips please.

My intention was to buy chips with two sausages for #1 and the the sausage roll and chips was for #2. What I received was two plates of sausages and chips and an adult plate of sausage roll and chips. All in all far too much food for my children to eat! Obviously I just helped out and ate the adult plate of food. As it happens WW and I had already planned what to eat later in the day and so I had:

  • breakfast
  • lunch
  • accidental tea
  • dinner

This is a little extreme and when I looked at my calorie count for that day it was 3041 kCal.  Even with a run I was over my daily target.

The Limits of My Tolerance

After a day spent at a major theme park near London (Thorpe Park) I have to announce that I am officially disappointed with my body’s physiological reaction to rides. I have known about this reaction for many years (since I was about 14) but I have never really analysed it much before.
Many years ago I spent lots of time in the Air Training Corps and during that time I got some Air Experience Flights in a DeHavilland Chipmonk.  After my first go the instructor always asked if I wanted to do aerobatics and, of course, my answer was yes. Every time my reaction was to turn a gentle shade of green and feel very sick and disorientated for about 3 hours afterwards. Eventually I would become very hungry and then finally I would be ok.
When on a trip to the Kennedy Space Centre in 2004 I experienced time in a multi-axis spinner designed to throw the best of the best out of kilter. With me I experienced about 4 hours of green and sickness with clammy skin and finally I grew extremely hungry.
The most recent trip to Thorpe Park confirmed that I am useless at roller coasters and similar rides. It’s such a shame as I do enjoy myself, it’s just that I feel like crap for ages.
Shame.

My London 2012 Experience

I went with WW to see a couple of basketball matches at the London 2012 Olympics. We went on the first day of competition and had a great time. The travel from Ebbsfleet was smooth and fast. The entry into the Olympic park was swift and the park itself was gorgeous and had a lovely atmosphere. The only issue was the availability of food which, due to poor organisation and deliveries, was not plentiful. We ended up eating a pretty poor chilli and rice (picture below).

Me outside the velodrome
Me outside the velodrome
Orbit
The Orbit Sculpture
Basketball Arena
Basketball Arena

Aussie free throw
Aussie free throw

Here’s a picture of the slop they called food:

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First Words

Because sometimes you forget these things.
#1’s first word was “dog” closely followed by “mok” for milk.
#2 says “duck” or “quack” when shown a duck like bird.
Very Proud.

Keeping Watch

It shouldn’t really affect me, but I’m quite proud to have Ben Kenobi looking out over my children while they play and sleep in their bedroom. Even if he is Lego!

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Quite bizarrely it makes me think they are safe!

Proud

I am rather proud of the run I did today. It was 4.85 miles, which isn’t the main thing. The thing I am most impressed with is that I ran around Burham Nature Reserve which is comething I’ve been meaning to do for a while. It was also rather hot today (26C).

[There was an iframe here that was linked to my MapMyRun account. But I have deleted the MapMyRun account. This is no more.]

This is a picture of the monument to the Battle of the Medway. Not to be confused with the Battle of the Midway!

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A Walk In The Park

Such a lovely morning spent walking the dog and children in Cobtree Park. The various tree species make it such a wonderful place. #1 loved it, I think #2 did too. WW had a good time.

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Three Stones

Recently, #1 has taken to placing some of our garden stones on to the window ledge. He always asks to place three stones on the ledge and then does so.

Stones on the ledge

Michel Vaillant

I am officially a member of the Michel Vaillant club, I think.

Membership Card

I have the letter but I need to read it, carefully and slowly! I don’t really speak French. If I really struggle then I’ll ask some people at work to read it for me. We have many language specialists!

My French Letter (ha ha)