The runner

#2 son about to go off on his training run, training for the London Marathon that is, about 10 weeks.

Meanwhile back in my life. I slept much better and was up fairly early. Plans to go to the Brooklyn for breakfast were shelved sue to the appalling Glasgow weather. The bonus was E and young I came round for breakfast. It was good to see them.

After breakfast the first 2 couples left and then A and N and I followed just after 1. The 2 o'clock train meant I was home by 3.30. Time for a lie down while #2 son watched the bowls and the football simultaneously.

Now he's off for a run and I'm catching up on TV with a glass of sauv.

A busy week ahead.