running

I went to a party. Not unusual; the unusual part was that, as I needed a clear head for the following morning, over two plus hours my drinking comprised three 330ml. glasses of zero alcohol beer.

It felt good. It also looked ok, as no one was going to interrogate me as might have been so in my having eg a lime and soda. It also gave me a perspective on people slowly getting 'merry'. 

I should mention the taste of these beers. It's not that they taste like beer - they are beer, just with no alcohol. 

April ended with a trot in Regent's Park - the Run Through 10k. Daughter No.2 buzzed round in 52 minutes without extending herself; I followed on in 1 hour 6 minutes, which is not bad for an old boy, and unlike with last year's London Landmarks Half Marathon, I didn't finish with barely 10cc of fuel in the tank (for the uninitiated, it's all about powering over the last 100 metres and making people think that this is how you have run all the way round). 

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Once upon a time I was promised, or thought I had been promised, a certain position. The promise was not fulfilled, and I was miffed. During supper one evening  with a friend I explained my miffedness. My friend rejoined that I had made the mistake of believing that someone meant what they had said. He pointed out more precisely that in life people do make promises on which they don't deliver.