According to Mr R, I am really, really good at coming to weird conclusions about things.

Out of the ordinary noise in the house?  Pretty sure it’s a ghost.

Hot water not working?  Boiler has broken (on this one I concede it turned out that after 48 years I STILL can’t work out which way a mixer tap does hot and which way does cold…)

Weird pathway through the 9 foot brambles at the nature reserve at the top of the road?  Clearly elephants.

I mean, see what you think:

(Elephants, right?)

But something really odd happened the other day.

Percy and I went for our usual plod.  I am making a concerted effort to do more running than walking and increase my speed at the moment (thank you Jo Whiley and Couch to 5km).  Our plod is exactly 8km and I know where each km starts and finishes as I am a creature of habit and only have three route variations.  They are all 8km.

(Except when I am feeling very fit and we stretch to a 10km for a day, then remember why we don’t do that often…).

So I was really confused when I looked down at my watch to check we were at the 5km mark and it said…6km.  I assumed it must have glitched.  When I got home my watch congratulated me on my fastest ever kilometer (Jo Whiley might be good at the coaching malarky, but I suspect a couple of weeks is probably not enough to improve that much…)

So I looked at the map, and what should look like this:

Looked like this:

I think you’ll probably agree that the only real possibility is that I was abducted by aliens around the 3km mark, popped in their space craft, zoomed around very fast for exactly a kilometer and popped back on the path to continue on my way.

So far it’s not happened again, but I am keeping my wits about me***. 😁

…or, possibly, my watch glitched 😂

***running is not my favourite thing and frankly anything that keeps my mind off it is a welcome distraction, even if that distraction might be alien spaceship spotting….