Not A Soul

I walk boys this morning and hardly see a soul. Even the local cats were conspicuous by their absence. Both boys looked too knackered to be bothered anyway but maybe MD would have stirred himself, if necessary.

He’d certainly perked up by the time it came to training this evening, which was useful.

L seems to have perked up too. She says she’s hobbling less and feeling positive for the ten miler at the weekend... but do I believe her.

(Monday 26th September)