Isn’t it brilliant when twitter buddies turn into real-life friends? Especially when they know where the best cake shops are. There are good friends ... then there are good friends with cake. If she ALSO knows where the good pubs are I will be adopting @TheLozzatron as new best friend.
|Bad pic: blame me for stashing cash in strange place and an old lady with a shaky hand.|
I’d arranged to run with Lozza around Newbold Comyn in Leamington Spa and she had agreed – in exchange for a Cadburys crème egg – to take me to a cake shop after the run. So a run in the park AND baked goods! Is there a downside to this?
Indeed there was. Lozza had ‘forgotten’ to tell me beforehand that she had planned to make me earn my treats by running up The Hill. Not just any hill. This was Hill of Death. With a beacon on top like a taunting spiky ice cream cone. And due to a sore ankle, she had planned to take the role of ‘Shouty Coach’ while I ran up and down the hill.
Luckily she’d forgotten her whistle and shouty voice.
But I STILL wasn’t convinced. This hill looked steep. And cliff-like. And there didn’t seem to be anything at the top that was worth running up for. E.g. A cake shop.
I’d like to say I manned up and did a blistering workout, sprinting up and down hills like a Duracell bunny in lycra. In actual fact I ran up the hill once and used a poorly calf (lower leg not suffering small cow) as an excuse to head straight to the cake shop. Sorry Lozza. But in my defence it WAS a steep hill and it’s rude to keep cake waiting.
|Caaaake!! Go visit them here|