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Tuesday, 17 April 2012


Just as the warning comes out that the current ‘drought’ could last until Christmas it starts chucking it down. At least I got the grass seed down. We have a hosepipe ban of course but then I thought the one they announced ten years or so ago was still in force. It never seems to make the news when they cancel it, if they ever do. If they’re short of water they ought to come to our garden, it never dries out and we have the pawprints to prove it.

Despite still feeling very stiff I attempt a run. One is often required to ease such aches. I follow orders and take it easy. The first mile to the bus is terrible and it doesn't get any more palatable as I hobble home from Stapleford. It felt like 10 miles but was probably only 200 yards. Thankfully the GPS thinks it was somewhere in the middle.

Back home I set up a few jumps in the garden and train MD in the rain.

(Tuesday 17th April)

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