Out

Whist I've been back to the gym, I hadn't put my running shoes on since last week's escapades, until this morning. It's amazing how much more enjoyable it is when (a) it's only 45 mins and (b) you don't have to do it. 

The other good thing was I was back, breakfasted, changed and up at the allotment before 11 am to dig the potato bed and plant the spuds. I also started prepping some of the other, very neglected, beds but ran out of steam after two hours. Plus I was hungry.

Himself meanwhile had cut the (back only) grass. It looks so much better.

His running club are having some sort of do tonight for all the London (and other, there were a couple we saw at Manchester last week and some did Brighton the week before) marathon runners so I think we're going up there for a bit later..Out on a Sunday, I know.