It's no Yolk...

...it was an eggs-tremely dull Monday after all the eggs-itement of the weekend. But at least it wasn't the day that eggs hate the most: Fry-day! They get terri-fried...

OK sorry, we'll stop it.

A parting gift for Annie as she left her hosts in Wales yesterday was a basket of home laid bantam and turkey eggs. We'll be omeletting shortly - yummy. But before that they needed to take pride of place on a blip.

Out with the running club tonight, it was an efforts night and a session of 'tail end charlies' lapping the local park. Great fun and 5 miles quickly dispatched without really knowing you had done it.