I paused outside my gate when I came back from this morning's run. The inevitable weeds were high, even for my supposed slovenly housekeeping so I took a few minutes to lop them back. As a Brit living in a tiny village in Cyprus I'm judged poorly for not mopping the pavements outside my house ever week.
Anyway, there I was weed pulling whilst wearing my dusty and, frankly, sweaty running kit when the mayor of the village drove by. He stopped to chat for a minute and after the usual pleasantries commented that I'd lost weight. I agreed that it was possible that I had.
He responded with "You must tell me your secret as my wife will want to know how you have done this."
I replied "No great secret: three times I week I lace up my trainers, drive down to the reservoir and run alongside it."
He looked horrified, made his apologies and drove off. People don't really want to hear the truth (more exercise, less food) do they? Meanwhile my reputation for being eccentric just grows and grows
In other news: a mediocre run, but no police today. There was a horrendously fast-moving snake (non venomous) and a turtle in the water though.
Hope everyone's enjoying the weekend,