PEA PRESSURE

 

Occasionally, my husband Trevor and I are called upon to cook breakfasts and lunches at the Coventry Methodist Central Hall. The regular chef, Steve, has super-human powers.... he must have, to cope with the pressure of the long line of orders. Due to a dodgy ankle, Steve was unable to work today so Trev and I responded to a cry for help and went to the front line to face the enemy... the army of customers with their orders of breakfasts, double breakfasts, fish and chips, jacket potatoes, baguettes, batches and everything with chips, chips, more chips and frigging peas. For some reason I have an aversion to frozen peas. I hate the fact that they are cold to the touch but when microwaved, they are so bloody hot, the bowls of them take the skin off my fingers. Burnt fingers I can cope with but my husband shouting "PEAS, HAVE YOU DONE THE PEAS!" every 2 bleeding minutes makes me want to stick every scalding pea down his underpants. I've so far managed to resist the temptation but how long before I succumb to this PEA..er pressure..?

Coventry Half-Marathon 2015

After a break from blogging for nearly 5 years, I'm back!

 

What better than to start with telling you about our race in the Coventry Half Marathon on 1st March?

 

Having nearly run ourselves to death in 2009, Trevor and I gave up distance running. We ain't exactly youngsters you know!  However, we recently took our running shoes out of retirement to help raise funds for Pawprints Dog Rescue (Rugby). (Just in case you have a few quid to spare, please visit our fundraising page here. I know I'm cheeky but it's worth asking!)

 



Trevor, just before the run.

....and little old me.  Brrrr, it was a chilly morning.

I finished the race in 2 hours 23 minutes and Trevor strolled in 14 minutes after me at 2 hours 37 mins. We stayed together until the 11-mile mark then Trevor took it more slowly.

The finishers medal is lovely!