Sunday, 28 December 2014

Three days of eating.
Last night, there I was, lying on the couch, clutching my belly, moaning on account of the trifle and Christmas cake and the last brandy snap. No. More. NO MORE! Then I was offered a chocolate. Alright then. Go on then. 

But today I ran. 

And everything is right in the world. 

Put the wrongs to right and run.