"I'm bloody boiling!"

I was really, really sad to hear today that Paul Ritter had died. Friday Night Dinner is brilliant, and let's face it, it's mainly because of the dad, Martin. I actually cried when I read the news... I tend to get very emotionally attached to sitcom characters and I think it's a testament to his acting that I felt that Martin was a real person. In many ways he reminded me of my own dad, except he didn't swear *quite* as much. The shirtlessness and inappropriateness though was spookily accurate.

Felt a bit flat all day and then this evening I decided to go for a run. It was dark and snowing (!!) when I set off so hoped that there wouldn't be many people about but then it turned sunny and gorgeous and all of West Yorkshire seemed to be out running! Hehe. I'm not as shy running in front of other people now and glad I made the effort. Clocked up another 3.42km for my Running Down Dementia challenge (link in bio) and got a nice photo for today's blip :-)