We are braced for some very bad weather - the humans that is -  Tara doesn't actually seem that bothered.

My feet are aching from this morning's run, but I'm up to 7km now so am feeling a tiny bit more positive. Albeit at a speed that's only marginally quicker than it takes to grow a potato.

The girls are due round for last singing practise before Friday's performance! Gulp.

And now it's dark, barometric and moody I'd quite like to curl up with my book...instead of playing referee.

Enjoy your evening one and all.

Spare a thought for two friends who are making the crossing from Corsica on one of the worst night's of the year...