It wasn't so much the neighbours as the gaggle of some-teens stood on the pavement guffawing with my every lap. Quite what they made of a forty-(ahem)-something man dad-jogging his round and round a converted church is anybody's guess but I'd wager it was something along the lines of "look at that silly old wan....".
ps - is it only if you whistle on stage?? If so I did too many laps, I expect that jinxes the unjinxing manouevre?? Bugger
Run, Kent, run...
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