No Hiding Place

I came down this morning to find Rudolph hiding behind the fridge. He seemed to be seeking refuge from the garden, where he has been since before Christmas, and presumably the fridge was the nearest thing to Lapland, temperature-wise, he could find. His red nose gave him away.

Kate joined us for the Park Run this morning, though Chris was still recovering from helping a friend move house yesterday: he was aching in places he didn’t previously know he had.

We gave the car a treat this afternoon by giving it a much needed wash. It will be filthy again by Monday, of course.

Other than that I watched a lot of football and rugby on TV. No game for Yeovil today.