A Walk To Remember

I'm told that the similarly titled movie is one of the greats in the teen genre, although I have never really bothered to watch it as yet. However my mind does not go back to Mandy Moore's 2002 flick as I sit in front of my screen putting nouns and verbs together to form basic sentences. Rather it is to the insanely long walk that I literally had yesterday, from Qormi all the way to Mtarfa and back, this being the outcome of what started out as a short stroll between two friends...a clear example of how things tend to get out of hand (for better or worse) when I'm around.

I can't say that I didn't enjoy myself...walking has for a long time been one of my favourite pass-times. Moreover, once at our levelled destination, we met up with some other friends and their puppies, spending the best part of two hours cuddling them and fooling around. Even the return march was not so bad, hyped up as it was by the fact that my companion was way past his curfew, with a father on the other side of his mobile phone sending "Ejja d-dar issa" messages at intervals. Still the event would've become even sweeter had my scales tipped a lesser mark this morning than the 74Kg (which is an improvement in itself, given that until last July it used to mark 82Kg) to which I've got used to now. A case of a miss being as good as a mile?