Home Sweet Home

It's been a fairly crap week. It doesn't look like I'm going to New York after all, at least not to run the marathon. I've got an injury that I thought was shin splints or something to do with a poor stretching routine, but it seems it is much more serious than that. My backblip from Friday will explain (when I get round to posting it!), but it turns out to be something that has been hanging around for a while.

I came home on Friday in need of a bit of rest and definitely looking forward to not seeing much but the inside of my house. I don't know why, but I've really started to appreciate being home lately. My family are mental, and my dogs are even worse, but there is something calming about this nuthouse.