A funny thing happened to me last night. I was in the local supermarket buying bits for lunch the next day. First stop is the deli counter - young man serves, I am friendly but slightly dismissive. Next stop: butcher's counter. Older man serves - nothing special, in his 50s, probably a bit of a tosser really. I ask him for what I came for, and before I know it I'm standing there in my girliest pose, smiling sweetly and being all the flirty-girly type. I noticed what I was doing, and grinned all the more.... So where did that come from???? To go all navel gazey for a minute, I think it's just a manifestation of my need for a father figure, never having had a father to whom I could easily relate. So it's OK to laugh at my propensity to drop into girly poses when an older man smiles at me and not feel obliged to sleep with him, after all, all I want is a hug and to be treated like a princess.

Talking of older men though: our running club (TeS Crawley Sports and Social Club, innit) is made of several not so keen runners and two serious runners, myself and Rick. Rick is about ten years older than I am. We keep records of how far we run and how long it takes, and we recently started adding all the figures up. I was in second place, about 10 miles behind Rick, with the third position about 50 miles behind me. In the last few weeks I've caught up with Rick, and this week (Wednesday) overtook! Normally we run together but Rick's working off-site at the moment. Not the fairest way to overtake, but he was running when I was ill so not unfair either. Besides, I have a 10k run coming, and I need to keep on top of the training. My lead is currently 0.942 miles, but I'm hoping to boost that to 8.942 next Wednesday :D

Tomorrow is the day of the Salmiakki mission. I've thought of what to do in every possibility, except the one which will actually happen, so I'm well prepared. Expect it to be a damp squib.