I hold my breath.

I'm not really keen on beards. I was walking down the street earlier and as I overtook a dawdlingly obstructive fellow pedestrian along the kerb I realised after a short while that I was holding my breath. It was only at this point that I realised that I hold my breath when walking near people that look like they might be smelly.

If I'm honest, dear reader, in Coventry, I should have passed out by now.

And this is my thought for today.

I must confess I am paralysed with fear at the thought of being busy all weekend and not having prepared anything for ALBOWIEB to consume. For as soon as the post-a-day thing is broken that will be it, I'll put all the weight back on. It's been a good run, these 8 weeks, unprecedented in the whole of blogdom. At least in my house.

Can you believe we're 8 weeks into 2010 already? That's 15% of the year gone already. Vanished. Disappeared. Passed and never to return. That is my other thought for the day. You lucky reader you.