I was fifty fifty on whether to run the club handicap. In the end I decided to take it easy. I've the Llanbedr race on Saturday - and last year's three hours to beat. Oh, how poor I have become. To think I once ran it close to two thirty.
On more important matters Stacey needed emergency surgery this morning having spent the last five days in the fridge. The dreaded liquid layer of starvation was forming. A quick feed and she's back on track. This weekend's loaf might be happening early this week. And not wanting to be wasteful, I ate some fine pizza tonight. I don't know what you call it when you don't use a passata base but this one, sliced tomatoes, basil and buffalo mozzarella, was right gert tasty.