Health

I was writing songs in the middle of the night and had to stop; there was a Billy-Joel-type singer songwriter warbling away in someone's garden at an outdoor party. So I stopped to listen. It was nice, actually.
I got up very early this morning and started pulling up weeds. Three buckets, and I would estimate another 50 to go.
So I stopped, and now I'm going to take Blogger for a walk. He has been slobbering a lot in the hot weather and it's quite cool today, cool enough for a good run on Hampstead Heath, I think.
Before we go, a good swig of Marks and Expensive's fruit juice.
Weeding, walking... withmatic?
You never know, I might end up becoming quite healthy.