run away, run away, run away,

Mr M and I are escaping the city for the weekend.
Probably lots of lounging around and looking in quaint antique stores.
I am packing my boots. I wanna go walking in the bush.
When I walk in the city I fall over always. Both my knees are bruised/scabby as I speak.
But when I go bushwalking I can rockhop with ease. One of my nicknames when I was a kid was mountain goat. Not the prettiest of nicknames I admit. But little I cared when climbing ocean cliffs or wandering up creeks to waterholes.

I'm glad I didn't make work-experience-bruce do shelving the other day. He tried it today and twice came and told me how difficult it was for him. I asked a few questions to see if it was just petulant teenager behaviour, but didn't prod too much.
When I gave him some different (and admittedly more boring) duties, oh man how his face lit up! Am wondering if there may be a lack of confidence because of dyslexia or other learning difficulties?
We'll check in with his teachers later.

Okay I go pack my bags for the weekend now. We leave tomorrow. Yeay for mini-holidays!