I am sorry.
I missed it.
There was no week five for me, and so, no pizza at the end of week ten.
I bow my head in shame and sorrow at failing the challenge so soon after presenting it to the world.
But I did manage to enjoy my self this week, with the gyrating and the bouncing and the footwork that went every which way but the steps I was meant to be following.
And not too much ache for one who has missed a week of bollywood dance. I could still walk down the stairs an hour later, but my back is grumbling. (although that could be the extra hours I am putting in at work, but what can you do when people are sick.)
Enough of the moaning there.
I have had ale.
3 bottles in fact and Into Darkness movie. (Star Trek) A very enjoyable film that lead me to wondering where the franchise universe would go now, after everything has changed, and everything is different. Star trek could be rewritten in so many ways now and I know there is a lot of fiction out there exploring this idea already, but my mind doesn't run that way. Luck to those that do.
Well I have mentioned ale, and 3 of them, 2 of which I can mark up in my belated Xmas pressie as I have had Wells Bombardier and Black Sheep. For some reason Wytchwoods Hobgoblin isn't mentioned in a book of 170 ales and 40 pubs around Britain.
I won't manage all the pubs, there isn't even a York pub mentioned which I think is a grave admission but I could just about manage all 170 ales. Considering I have tried around a third of them in the past. And they have Rudgates Ruby Mild, one of my all time favourites.
Well I have 320 odd days to try and find the rest and drink them which is a reasonable amount of ale in one year.
Will I manage it? If the ales come to York I will, if not? Oh well, there is always next year.
(This blog sounded so much better in my head as I walked home from my sisters. AndIi have a piece of advice from that walk. Don't walk too far in steel toe cap shoes, they eat the heels of your socks.)
Thank you for reading this rambling piece.
xx
