Weekword: Frolic

Mary at No Polar Co-ordinates picked frolic for this last week's Weekword. I am very late. I had the most amazing, relaxing weekend, frolicking all over Bristol and enjoying coffees and cakes and shopping with friends. I feel utterly refreshed and have been beavering away at work all day, being productive. And when this post is done I am going to finish turning the heel of the second sock of my first pair of socks ever! About time too.



(This photo makes me cringe a bit, as photographs taken at this time of year are rarely flattering. Lack of sun, lack of exercise, over-tired from work... I am just going to focus on the frolics we had and ignore it!)

Last week I frolicked like this. It was the Santa run in bath. We got a Santa suit each (though I managed to break both my beard and my belt before we even started) and dashed around Bath on a 2km route with about 200 other Santas, in aid of Children's Hospice South West, a very worthy cause. Then we frolicked off to a pub for a Rekorderlig cider (their winter cider is a new favourite thing) and it was rammed with very comely young university students having a Christmas meal. The men were overjoyed. I guessed they were the cheerleading society, and I was correct. A whole pub full of tipsy cheerleaders? Frolics ahoy.

Look out for a new word from John this week. Thanks for the inspiration Mary - sorry it's so late!