Doggy tales.

A full house in the gym this morning and Des was back. He still has a cough and his wife has made him sleep in the spare room. I found the Sprint 8 really hard today, although I thought it would get easier. I walked a short way around the field with Chris, and then I went on a longer route to look for a blip. I saw this Jack Russell bounding across the field with his owner trying to keep up. We have had two Jack Russell's in the past and I love their boundless energy and enthusiasm for life. I found it a lot cooler but had to take my hoodie off on the walk home. We are having steak roast potatoes and J's home grown French beans  later, and  a bottle of Malbec. I like Sunday's.