Boy to school; Tom declined attendance, citing flu/ fatigue symptoms. 

So I set off in the rain around the immediate vicinity before striking out to Leith, Craigmillar and Burdiehoose. All the good stuff, eh. 

Back to Hers to log on and type up the nonsense I'd be told, before an improving Loki managed a 45 minute bound around a muddy Meadows. 

An approximation of teriyaki salmon was served, before a nifty manouvere involving a 27 and 9  rounded off the day. Gone are the memories of the dozens of times connections have failed, let's just remember this one glorious victory.

Dark and dreary autumn, eh?