Free Alan

Well...when I arrived home last night after my yomp around London with Lazooligirl I honestly thought I would never walk again. My legs had worn down an inch or so and my calves were on fire, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.

I woke up early and strangely I felt energised. I had thought I would be massaging my aching legs in the jacuzzi, but I was in the pool before 7.30am and I ploughed up and down for at least thirty lengths. I did reward myself with a bit of bubble therapy of course.

I walked down to the teashop for 11am and from the minute I stepped inside it was go go go! Oh my, was it hot and sticky in that kitchen and I didn't have a moment to feel tired or even to feel my achy legs. It was only as I trekked home that I started to fade and the thought of crawling crossed my mind ha ha ha. I wasn't ready to give in though so I nipped round to Tracey's for a cuppa and a catch up. Now I have my pjs on and my feet up so that I can slozz on the sofa.


The yellow ribbons are stretching from Eccles to Worlsey now for Alan Henning who was kidnapped in Syria.