Clothing sorted

That'll look nice next to a bright red, sweaty face.

Running at 6:20 this morning was actually good. No one around except other running people and dog walkers. And then (as Clare pointed out) I felt virtuous and organised all day. With achey legs which didn't lend themselves well to worky heels.

And now I am home and Daisy has cooked me my dinner. Nice.

And I am very, very sad to hear about Rik Mayall. He was so brilliant and too young.