I've been living life on the edge recently, let me tell you. For a start, I've been playing fast and loose with my marathon training plan. Five runs a week? Bah. I'll give you one run in two weeks and you'll like it.
Why, just this morning I went for a torch-lit walk through the deep dark woods with one lady and a pack of animals for company. And later today I displayed a flagrant disregard for the onset of a potentially fatal cold and headed up to London of all places, if you can even believe that! My goodness, where on earth will it all end. I've come to no harm though, which is more than I can say for my poor sister, who yesterday had the temerity to pick up a vase, ended up in A&E for three hours and came away with her hand stitched together. Terrible business.
In other exciting news, we had a family photo session at the beginning of January and we got to see the results online today. There are some brilliant pictures in there. One picture of just me and Murdoch is fabulous and then there's one of me and my sister, which I think is just beautiful. We haven't decided which ones we're going to buy yet, but I think that those two are definitely winners! I won't post the picture of my sister as she may not want her face splashed all over this nonsense, but here is the one of me and my boy.