When all you need is a...

...Boost. Meet my dinner. I know, I know it's nutritionally naughty. But, Robin's out tonight, I've just finished my run and it's too late to be faffing about cooking after 9pm. That was three excuses!

Did the five mile route. Hills still a killer. Sweet scent of bluebells and wild garlic. Bucking cows - especially for me, it looked like. A hare crossed my path. Good tunes. And did my best runners nose blow yet. Won't be working up to a Paula any time soon though!

Got through loads today. Sent a story into a French newspaper - the only French I used was in the subject title of the email 'Pour' then the editor's name. It is 'poor' - seven years of school French and that's all I could muster. Ah well, they'll probably hiss and tut and file it under trash.

Au revoir - it's coming back to me now :o)