Spot the seagulls

I have been building myself up to this for months: this morning I finally did it. I got up at 6.00 and went for a run. It was exactly as I imagined: horrible to drag myself out of bed, but after that, great. Quiet, seeing the sea was gorgeous, and I have felt ever so slightly smug all day.

It's gloriously sunny out there this evening. Marc's gone for a cycle ride, and the kids have drawn the curtains and are watching Harry Potter. Heathen. Oh and the neighbour's got a power tool out. Natch.