Back home L is in celebratory mood. Her 50th parkrun t-shirt has arrived.
I have dogging this evening but with no pub detour to meet L this week. Instead she says she’ll be snoring away somewhere at home. Possibly in front of the oven as she’s baking tonight.
There is no smell of burning as I arrive home, so she seems to have managed to stay conscious.
(Wednesday 3rd February)