In the name of the wee man....

.....exclaimed Sarah; not even her blast proof goggles could save her eyesight from the effects of Keith's glowing running kit.

It was strange sort of day, everyone seemed a bit lacking in energy, not helped by some incredible phone calls. I'd be embarrassed to ask some of the questions I get asked.

Later, I helped Owen with his Maths revision before tackling the construction of his new bed and prepared for my trip to London tomorrow.