It’s a cracking day which I’m taking as a rest day. Have a two hour run planned for Sunday as our fellow runners tackle Paris. Liz is away for a girly weekend so I go to Tony’s alone and have three circuits of upper body/core followed by a massage. Tony follows up on his promise to “get the thumbs in” but I must have recovered during the week as it’s quite bearable.
Not sure what to do with the weekend; there’s parkrun and football on Saturday. The garden needs attention and I’ve plenty of time for reading. Liz has just finished the sixth and final book in a series by Michelle Paver, but has no clear memory of the fifth. It’s a book aimed at kids and we’ve read the first one’s alongside Harry. I can remember fairly clearly the first three, but I’ve forgotten the fourth and don’t recall the fifth at all so decide to re-read the first five so I can put the finale into context.
Also there’s the golf from Augusta on telly. I have to confess I’m not a golf fan, but it does feel like Spring when this particular tournament is on the box so watch some of the coverage. Unfortunately the azaleas won’t be in bloom until next week, so the real feeling of Spring isn’t there. Hope they push it back next year or there’s no point watching.
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