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Respond to: A jog through our villages and the changes
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Andy B
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|  New Message Posted!2007-05-20 10:33
psharp writes:
Has it ever occurred to you, what goes through the minds of the people that you see jogging through our five villages? Or, even who they might be? Other than the odd bemused look, have you ever seen a happy jogger? I mean one with a big smile on his or her face as they run along the road leaving a trail of perspiration! I think ‘no’ might be the answer you are looking for!
As a jogger myself, well more like a wobbler, let me see if I can shed some light on the matter!
It was just another day, as I put on my running kit and tucked my tummy into my track suit bottoms! Deep breath in front of the mirror expanding my chest, only to have a dizzy spell and nearly fall over! Then, off to the front door thinking, ‘there is something I have forgotten?’ Not to be deterred, it was out of the house quickly before I could change my mind. “Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!”, stones and an ice cold drive. I remember now, I had forgotten to put my trainers on!
Prior to leaving the house, I had been helping my wife do the house work by sitting in front of the television and gathering dust! Still, I find jogging for me is a great way to meet people …….. Ambulance drivers, nurses and paramedics, in fact, whoever is called out to pick me up! At last, I was on the main road heading through Gorsedd on my way to Whitford. What strikes me is the number of new houses that are either in the process of being built, or completed and occupied. I have been amazed at the amount and size of property that you can squeeze onto what would once have been considered as someone’s lawn! The thought did strike me that if ever I wanted to sell my home in Gorsedd, would I advertise ‘a nice bungalow with spacious front and rear gardens’ or ‘a nice bungalow with two potential building plots’? Our five villages are certainly expanding, which is why I have decided to call my waistline ‘five villages’!
So, ‘who are all you new people?’ I know what you’re thinking, ‘Who the heck are you?’ But it might be that we don’t know our new neighbours, or even our old ones for that matter, and the truth is it would be rather sad if we didn’t make an effort to meet up with the people who live around us. Still, whoever you are, don’t worry when the walls of your home shake and the glasses and ornaments rattle off the shelf, it’s only me jogging past! One of our neighbours ran out of his house recently and shouted to me as I passed, “I’ve got two weeks to live”, “how sad”, I shouted back. “No”, he said, “my wife has just gone on holiday with the children and the grand parents for two weeks!” I just had time to hear the hiss from the can of beer he opened as I turned the corner to pass the Druid Inn.
I was thinking that all our villages have pubs with the exception of Pantasaph, who no longer have the Feilding Arms. However, it is only a short walk to share in the camaraderie within the others, which along with our village halls are great meeting and socialising places, and you know the old saying, “Use them or lose them!”
More new plots to be seen, as I head through Whitford, then a thought hits me, ‘if it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?’ As I pass another building site, I ponder if we should consider changing our magazine’s name from ‘The Five Villages’ to ‘The Big Squeeze’! At this point, I reach the other side of Whitford and another pearl of wisdom hits me, ‘to me trivial pursuit is not a board game, it’s a lifestyle’!
Onwards to Lloc via a few back lanes, ‘have you ever wondered if the people who work at Typhoo have coffee breaks?’ You know, what gets me, ‘if quitters never win, and winners never quit, what fool came up with “Quit while you're ahead”?!’ Despite these thoughts, I am looking for the road laying machine, because I could swear it wasn’t this far the last time I came out jogging! Mind you, I truly believe five out of four people have trouble with fractions!
By now, I am through Lloc and up the long stretch surrounded by fields before hitting McDonalds. ‘You know, it’s not the pace of life that concerns me, it’s the sudden stop at the end!’ I thought, as I pass McDonalds and up the hill to towards Pen-Y-Gelli quarry. Good job the police are not about to see me, as I would be stopped for being, what could only be described as, drunk in charge of a pair of jelly legs! Not long now before reaching home, as more surreal thoughts pass through my head!
So, next time you see a jogger, don’t beep or wave, he or she may be far too deep in thought. Hence, the bemused look! Still, if I could pass on one piece of advice, it would be to remember to ‘never take life too seriously, as no one ever gets out alive!’
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