July 29, 2011 by blue milk
Looking at my archives it appears I obsess rather a lot about evening walks. Self, insight.
By the end of the day when you’re totally over it? Get out and walk with the kids.. and keep walking until it is a respectable hour to go home and start drinking*.
* Sorry about my shameful attitudes towards alcohol. What can I say? I am Australian.
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until it is a respectable hour to go home and start drinking
The rule of thumb in our house is not to pour a drink until the potatoes are boiling. ‘Potatoes’ as symbol for having dinner mostly organised and cooked and within 20 minutes of being served and on the table.
I like this.
Filing this away for future reference.
[…] and the days are mild enough that you can walk any time, whereas in Summer you can only enjoy walking in the late afternoon/early evening. I must go walking more. Share this:StumbleUponEmailTwitterFacebookLike this:LikeBe the first to […]