Ruth Bradbury-Horton's Blog: Ruth2Day, page 13

Done and dusted, very chuffed

So here we have it, proof I did the Cape Town Gun Run 2015.

Yep, I bought the T-Shirt :)

Before we set off the customary selfie, or Usie is that for more than one? Check out the beautiful blue sky. Was a great day to be out in the City

I managed the 5km in around 49 minutes, which was pretty good I thought. Did some running and walking, and a lot of dodging and weaving through masses of good natured folk.

Youngest daughter, Miss Wib, did 45 minutes, which she was well thrilled with.

At the end, medals in place, faces a little red

We had a really good time and I could be persuaded to do more.

Yoga and me

Needing to move away from my laptop, I’ve taken up Yoga as a simpler, more enjoyable form of exercise. Now, a month in, my yoga teacher said to me last night that my movements were as if I was a dancer. While very flattered, I hastened to add my ability to dance is below zero, and perhaps this was in a different life – she laughed, so did I  ‪#‎yogamakesmehappy

Running update: The Gun Run is this Sunday. Think of me, out there, pushing my body to places it’s long been avoiding :) Youngest daughter MissWib will be running, well ahead of me I would think :)

Hubby said this morning “I’d have done this with you if I’d known”

Me: little said, major eye rolling

#GunRun2015

What would we do without our animals

Happy National Animal day

A few friends I’ve met along the way

Would you be a Mistress? Would you take on a Mistress?

I posted something on my other blog about being a Mistress, something that was prompted after reading a story about Prue Leith, she of all that cooks and works well in the kitchen that is.

Have you been tempted to be, or to take on?

Would you be a Mistress? Would you take on a Mistress?

Safety at home

Bumped into my neighbour last night and she certainly had my jaw dropping.

This past Tuesday around 7am, her one dog was barking up a storm in the garden. Being a good neighbour, out she went to see what was going on, and to quiet said doggie down.

As she arrives, what did she find? Unbelievably, her neighbour (to the rear) climbing over the wall, shouting at her about the dog barking. Now excuse me, that is not on. You just don’t go climbing into a property like that. Normal folk would go the front door and have a conversation.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said this to her, but I suggested that maybe it wasn’t the neighbour after all. Both hubby and I said that regardless of who he was, it really needed to be reported to the police, especially as she had a feeling that nut-case-neighbour was going to poison her doggie. Perhaps she was over thinking this, I don’t know. But it does raise the question of what he was going to do once in her garden.

Puts you a little on edge it does.

Running for chocolate, now there’s an idea

I’m not a runner. Never have been, never will be. At school, my PE teacher made comment around the lack of times I had actually participated in the class. Faced with this nowadays, my eyes would roll as I suggest she look at my feet and form her own opinion, which incidentally should take note of said feet not feeling the need to move faster than a leisurely walk – unless there’s chocolate involved, of course. On that, the 100 meter record would be mine any day if a Terry’s Chocolate Orange was on the finishing line. Who cares about a gold medal and a bunch of flowers, give me the sweet stuff and get out of my way.

OK, I should be more fair, I did play hockey once, maybe three times, bounced on the trampoline a couple of times, and reluctantly plodded around the track at Junior school when teams were being picked for sports day. Those who know me may well say I did more, but my defense mechanism of blocking out anything unpleasant can’t recall any more than that!

Suffice to say there are no medals in my cabinet, nor empty spaces gathering dust where trophies should be placed.

Bearing in mind the above, you can well believe my hubby rolling his eyes yesterday when I announced my participation in a 10km run in two weeks time. And bearing in mind my own acceptance of being a non-sporty-do-me-a-favour-let-me-watch-on-the-tv attitude, you may well be surprised to learn my shoulders rose,  my brow frowned and displeasure at his response was voiced.

“How dare you suggest I’ll be out there longer than 3 hours,” I said.

He backtracked. “Well, maybe 2.”

I’ll not be telling him this, but my retort was well laced with panic. What the heck was I thinking! 10 km without a car? Do I know how far that is to walk/run? That’s a long way. A very, very long way.

So this morning, at my desk, I checked my entry details for a get-out-of-this-you-idiot-clause. Relief flooded. My registered distance is 5 kms not 10 . That should be easy . . . shouldn’t it?

Did you say pubic wig?

Now I’ve heard and seen everything. An ex-stripper in the UK has super-glued her bottom to a shop window as a form of protest.

Fair enough, protest as you will. But a pubic wig? Really, they have these? Do you buy them at your chemist or supermarket?

Personally I’m a-wonder-ing if she headed to her local hair salon, swept up the trimmed hair and made her own with Velcro and a piece of felt. OUCH

Read more if you will at TheDailyMail

FERRARI PRESS AGENCY – 24/09/15 – Image of nearly naked Kay Bishop, 56, glued her bum to Debenhams in Croydon to protest about migrants and the police. Photo by @busrxoz 

Blown away by David Kramer’s Orpheus in Africa

Last night I went to see Orpheus in Africa at The Fugard in Cape Town. WOW, WOW, WOW, what a fantastic show. Wonderful sets, superb acting and amazing voices. Do yourselves a favour and see if you can get there.

This was my first time at The Fugard, and it won’t be my last.

The Fugard Theatre is one of Cape Town’s premier theatre, cinema and event destinations. Located in the heart of Cape Town in District Six, the Fugard Theatre produces and presents world class theatre alongside the very finest of world ballet, opera and theatrical cinema screenings. Named after arguably South Africa’s most famous playwright – Athol Fugard – the theatre complex opened in 2011. The Fugard Theatre is available for private and corporate rental.

Source: David Kramer’s Orpheus in Africa

Good chuckle – light bulb moment

This really made me chuckle this morning, and then had me wondering why I’d never thought of this!

My kids love to tease me about my age. I love to tease them by changing the wi-fi password.

With age comes wisdom.

Source twitter @sarcasticmommy4

#carrythemhome

My desk today

Rugby World Cup 2015 – #carrythemhome