A busy day, I knew I had the day to clean and tidy the whole house ready for visitors. Oh and shop and cook. Oh and visit my Dad for Father’s Day.
After yesterday’s narrow escape from failure I decided to ignore my legs saying “we don’t run on Sundays unless it’s a race. Where’s my medal? ” and snuck out straight after breakfast. Just 3 miles in the humid drizzle, but enough to make me feel I was doing Juneathon properly today.
You’ll be glad to hear the house did get tidied and cleaned, the shopping was done, a meal was cooked and enthusiastically eaten by all. Oh and I did get to see my dad as well. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!