Olumpics.

I went down to Holyrood Park this morning to pick up the race pack for tomorrow's half-marathon. The race number, timing chip, a hideous t-shirt and 3 safety pins seemed to require a plastic bag the size of a duvet cover to hold them, but no matter, it's the race that's important.
Back home for 2 bacon rolls and a bowl of Luca's strawberry ice cream for lunch and then it's out for a few pints with......oh, sorry, did you think it was me running tomorrow!? Don't be daft, it's that nutter 'er indoors who's taking part in all that nonsense. Crazy tart.