The Target

Mrs RB is away on a well deserved break from me.

I hope she's sitting outside a seafront pub right now, relaxed and refreshed.

The boys and I have done football (lost) with Dad in attendance as a raucous crowd member, cleaned, washed, eaten, partied (Son #2 at any rate) and shopped.

We're now on car washing.

Couldn't bring myself to walk away from the shop without this clothes peg. Probably useless as a clothes peg but it made me a blip.

This time next week I will have run my 5th marathon. Bearing in mind some people run 30-40 per year I'm not trying to pretend it's equivalent to a solo trek to the South Pole in flip flops but it's a minor personal milestone.

My first trail marathon. Maybe my last?!