Misty Morning

After a heavy weekend of birthday celebrations, I dragged myself out of bed this morning, put my trainers on and went for a run shuffle round the village.
I'm glad to report that running at 49 years old is not much different to running at 48 years old apart from;
1. I swallowed a fly (probably not age related)
2. I stepped out in front of a motor bike (possibly age related)
3. I had to stop for a wee halfway round (definitely age related)

Mum and I had a jolly jaunt into Saffron Walden where we bought things and drank coffee.

D is home early as he's taking Alfie to see The Foo Fighters tonight.