Rise of the tasties.

First load of yummy mixed salad leaves well on the way to my welcoming maw.

I'm resisting the temptation to pick a few out right now. My control will not last past Friday night, I guarantee.

Another mad, mad day to add to the others today. Standard set by a mini-hypoglycaemic episode at 10 a.m. Almost certainly caused by three hours kip last night, followed by a 5 a.m. rise, a two hour drive, a shitload of porridge and coffee and them another long drive.

*makes note in diary - "throttle back"*