Follow your dreams... Up until the no pant bit.*

Sleep-in distrurbed by a Jehovah's Witness and her Watchtower.
Boo hiss.

Rest of the day much better.

Hair cut. Looking more respectable.

Couple of hours at work finishing collecting data for my project. Lucky for me people are kinder to doctors calling their houses out of ours than they are to telemarketers. Now to collate it all and hope it ends up not completely rubbish...

Run #3. Check. Informed by J on my arrival home that a friend of his has a spare entry for the Mother's Day Classic 4km fun run tomorrow and that I'm doing it. There you go then. Actually, I'm kind of looking forward to it - even if it is at 7.30am and even though I'll be exruciatingly slow...

Have stretched, had some Endura and am about to fuel up with a homemade beef and guinness pie**. Excellent.

*Sign on a shop in Church St. Words of wisdom.
**Complete with our initials on top. I think J is a cooking geek.