Totally wilted

Another afternoon on the sofa, watching men run/drive around. I'd a slightly better excuse for my laziness today, though.

The boy child has now inherited my trainers. Including training sessions, they've racked up a whopping 67km. Good riddance to them, I say. I wish him luck with them.

Mme Tepeka was her usual sickeningly impressive self. Fortunately, at her next event I'll just be cheering from the sidelines rather than limping in an hour later.

Oh, and photo duties fell to the girl child this evening as my entire lower half seized up hours ago. All I need now is someone to carry me to my bed.