On Saturday, I walked from one end of Weymouth to the other and back again, and some of you even gave me genuine cash money for this less-than-taxing effort.
And, as promised, here's the proof:
Hot, sweaty blogger on freezing morning wearing his EXCELLENT charity hat.
The far end of Weymouth - the less than impressive Riviera Hotel
View of the town from poor, dead Archie Mitchell's house.
"Are we nearly there yet?" "Yes. Yes we are."
"Arse."We shall speak no more of this.
9 comments:
I thought on first reading, you said:
"Arise"
And it came to pass...
No pictures of the wig then ...
Still think it's charity hat hair...Train schedule's a bit of drag, isn't it?
WD SD! You can sit back and relax now you've done all your exercise for the year! Yay!!
Are you still waiting there for the train?
*checks watch*
Yes
Well done, Duck!
Also: Home. Go to it.
Always wondered what you looked like, Mr Duck. I always mentally pictured you as a small rat-featured bloke with little ferrety eyes.
But you lok like a normal bloke from down the pub....funny, that.
Well done on your walk..
@ Conundrum:
So, "a small rat-featured bloke with little ferrety eyes" isn't "normal"?
Damnations, my mother must have lied to me!
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