more running joy

At risk of sounding too smug, I did drag myself (and a hungover GB) out of bed for another Bushy Park Time Trial 5k this morning. I could claim that it was wanting to get out in the fresh air and stretch my legs, but in reality it was trying to undo the damage done by working this week at a client who has a 3pm tea trolley (complete with cake) every day.

I am very pleased to have beaten my PB this week. They haven't published any pictures yet, which is even better news. I have no doubt that I still look like a slightly agitated pensioner chasing down a bus.

On a different note, I feel that the conversations with my boss over instant messenger are starting to drift away from the purely functional. On Thursday we discussed what kind of cakes would appeal to fascists (conclusion: battenburg - regimented, controlled, uniform - but would Mussolini have agreed?). On Friday the conversation continued around the subject of whether heaven was like a doughnut:

Me... gosh - this is nearly as profound as the italian fascist battenburg
Boss... i worry that we are too obsessed by CAKE
Me... am also troubled by this
Me... particularly CAKES OF JUDGEMENT
Me... hell cake
Me... fascist cake
Boss... and holey cake
Me... true
Me... that redresses the balance
Boss... but still maybe shows a worrying tendency to relate all the problems of the world to CAKE
Boss... on the other hand it maybe healthy - maybe more people should do it - maybe if Hitler and Chamberlain had gotten out the battenburg and discussed nazism and CAKE world war two wouldn't have happened
Boss... or hitler would have died of overeating pink and yellow squares long before he shot himself
Me... plausible
Me... plus chamberlain might have been a bit more worried once he saw that terrifyingly regimented cake
Me... and softened hitler's world view through the judicious application of lemon drizzle cake
Me... or eton mess