That face

Dashed out of church early today to grab a final rushed lunch with the Oxford Moores and the rest of the gang. Is there anything better than mum's Sunday roast surrounded by family? I don't think so.

Rushed off for our AGM which went swimmingly despite a teary moment when I tried to say thank you and farewell to Martin. We were bathed in sunshine in the most perfect English country garden with abundant scones and jam. I do love my job.

Back for a sweaty 10km in the balmy evening sunshine. Please summer, stay forever.