Waiting

What a strange day.
I’ve been feeling that I should be somewhere; the schedule for the challenge seems to have confused my body clock.

I decided to reduce my wind and water resistance by getting a haircut and for once in my life I was ready for the  Hairdressing Inquisition.
As I slid sleekly out the torture chamber I then went to get ingredients to make a malt loaf for any of my team mates brave enough to eat it.
I’ve also taken the controversial decision not to tell my knees what’s going on. They are currently in blissful ignorance...it won’t be long now...