I have committed myself to cleaning the flat and going for a run. Today. I am writing this because it makes it more likely to happen. I may as well be attempting the North Face of the Eiger without appropriate footwear whilst carrying an angry fat child.
I’m not sure if that’s how you spell Eiger. I’m not much of a mountaineer I guess.
I went for a run. Yep. And twisted my ankle down a rabbit hole and landed on my knee which is now the size of a melon. Did not clean flat – too afraid of consequences.