Dinosaurs and canaries

Went for my morning run this morning.  (Well, more of a gentle jog, given that it was Sunday morning and last night was spent with large helpings of curry and wine.)  Passed the speed camera, which is still picking up pedestrians as well as road vehicles.  I keep hoping it won’t notice me.

Apparently, T-Rex could run at 15 mph. I learned this while watching James May’s Things You Need to Know last week (http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01m2svc).  That kind of puts me in the shade as far as running against the speed camera – although I did register 5-7 mph, which was, all things considered, something of a surprise.

Anyway, while jogging along this morning, I kept passing what seemed to be strategically placed scatterings of sweetcorn.  I thought the first one was an accident, maybe someone had dropped their groceries on their way back from the shops.  But when I passed the fifth or sixth pile, I began to think someone was laying a trail.  For what, though?  Has someone got a giant canary in training?  If they have, I’d love to know what he registers on the camera.

About admin

I'm from Cumbria originally and McKeating is my maiden name. Despite being happily married, I kind of like the idea of being published in my 'own' name. I enjoy reading a wide range of things, anything from Stephen King to the Brontes, with maybe a bit of Sarah Waters and P. D. James in between. Basically anything that is well written and can take you out of yourself for a little while. Most of all, I like a good story. I write because I enjoy it and if it other people enjoy reading, that's a bonus. I've been lucky enought to get a place on Literature Wales' mentoring programme for writers. As part of that, I'm fine-tuning a novel, with the guidance of an establshed writer. It's a darkly comic crime thriller, which may one day be in a bookshop near you. I also like gardening and running, both of which are great for switching off from everyday life. Oh, and tiramisu, which helps to balance out the running. Or vice versa. So that's me. Writing, running and tiramisu. Just not all at once.