I am surprised to find myself back here already. We have not yet fixed a date for our journey but it is likely to be in the Spring of 2007, after my birthday in March, when the weather in Europe is likely to be kinder to our journey.
It is, therefore, very early to be starting this blog. I guess that it has something to do with making a public commitment to do the journey, together with the gift of some unexpected free time. So, having started, I expected that there would be some very long gaps between posts. I still think that this is still likely to be the case, unless I cannot restrain myself from commenting on the dire state of world affairs. Two things, however, occurred in the last two days, relating to our journey, about which I feel compelled to post.
Work is a little quiet at the moment because of holidays, sickness and a head butt outside a pub. This gave me the time yesterday to begin the blog. It also allowed me to leave work a little earlier than is my usual habit. In the spirit of our journey, I decided to walk to London Bridge station, rather than get a tube part of the way, as I usually do.
Half way there, I called Doris on my mobile to tell her that I would be home early. As I made to cross the road, gleefully leaving a message on our voicemail saying that I would be home early and I had started training, my ankle turned as I stepped off of the curb and my other calf muscle snapped like an overstretched elastic band. My two beat yelps and subsequent anguish were caught in full colour. I hobbled the rest of the to London Bridge and Doris kindly collected me at our local station.
Never can there have been a less auspicious start to a journey not even yet started.
PS I should have mentioned before that this is a joint blog of me and Doris
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