I spent most of the morning tracking the second part of the route for the Malverns Run this weekend, and I have the mud to prove it. So a proper run with mud/dust depending on the weather, potholes, cyclists, pheasants, sheep and I even once met an emu in a lane round there. Started to dispose of my aging hebe ready to plant Desdemona, then I cut the grass. So I’m a bit pooped, and hungry.
Groovy Word of the day: zonked