Under the influence

I think that my inner sloth and my inner pitbull may have invited a third creature to join the menagerie.  My first clue was when my feet ignored my decision to try out a new route on this morning’s run and headed stubbornly for Wimbledon Common.  My second was when I came across the remains of a picnic strewn across the common and found myself picking it up and putting it in the nearest bin.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present…

… my inner womble.


About abradypus

A Bradypus or Sloth am I, I live a life of ease, contented not to do or die but idle as I please; ... [Michael Flanders and Donald Swann]
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4 Responses to Under the influence

  1. Shazruns says:

    Wombles rock so that’s ok.

  2. Helen says:

    I love Orinoco. That IS Orinico, right?

    I follow someone on Twitter who puts rubbish in bins and tweets about it when running.

  3. ewoodeson says:

    I had an operation in a hospital overlooking wimbledon common once. The anaesthetist asked me if I had seen any wombles. I was very confused. Apparently lots of people tell them they can, when high on morphine. Predictably I didn’t but was sick! Wombles are super awesome.

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