a.m. 7 miles easy. Tired this morning - had to go out early as Majella is invidulating again and she had to be out and about at the crack of dawn.
Brandon got me into big trouble yesterday...
When Majella got in from a monster day of invidulating - tired and hungry - she saw the pile of ironing and gave me that look. I was sat tapping away on the computer.
'What?' I said.
She looked at the ironing and then glared at me.
'It's not my fault,' I said, trying to think of an excuse.
'Oh,' she said. 'If it's not your fault, then tell me, just who is to blame? Oliver?' (Oliver's the cat)
'This man,' I said, pointing at the computer screen. 'It's all his fault.'
'I'm tired and I can do without all your usual (insert expletive).'
'Honest,' I said. 'Look'.
'Go on then,' she said. 'This better be good.'
Grace ran out of the room.
I pointed at the fat fella on the screen and she gave me a quizzical look.
'Uh-huh. And?'
'He ate me.'
Needless to say that I spent a good part of last night ironing and giving the best ever foot-rub - all to no avail. Thanks Brandon:)
p.m. 5 miles easy.
Olivia did 1 mile with me and Grace did 2.25. Both of them ran well and could have continued. They wanted to do more but they have many years ahead of them. Finished off with 3 miles very easy. Legs felt dead.
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