come on you Dons!

I was a Wimbledon FC supporter when there was a Wimbledon FC. I now, of course, follow the fortunes of AFC Wimbledon. But back in the day there were horrific afternoons of holding onto a one goal lead with 10minutes left. The team would start to play for time, something they were awful at. Taking the ball into the corner and badly protecting it or hoofing it from defence. Both "tactics" resulted in lost possession and gifting the opposition another chance to surge forward. It was arse-clenchingly horrible. The hardy band of supporters would scream "BLOW YOUR FUCKING WHISTLE REF!"

And that was pretty much how I felt this morning. In fact at one point I clearly heard, in my mind, my brother's voice screaming "BLOW. YOUR. FUCKING. WHISTLE." So close to the end and I am feeling as if I am desperately holding on to something that could quite easily slip away. But anyway, I don't feel like moaning too much. Which doesn't leave me with a whole lot to talk about. It was straight work and then a bit around the foreshore for the first knock, finishing with 12km on the board and then out to Anzac Bridge and back to finish off the day with 23km. Total miles came up in a under 2hrs, so I'm not dead yet. What to write, what to write...We're selling our house at the moment and the proceeds would just - and only just - get me the Mercedes 300SL Gull Wing that is front and centre at Classic Throttle in North Sydney. I stopped to take a pic of that. Again the weather was cracking, if a little on the chilly side - and yes, by local standards. Took one or two other pics, allowing myself the odd few small breathers. I'm really starting to wilt here today...

OK, I'll have a little moan then; I really need to coax my legs into moving at the moment. My right leg has had it. And I think the kid's snots got to me because I definitely feel as if I'm fighting off a cold. Mind you, the office aircon has shit itself, so everyone feels awful this afternoon. Propping a couple of doors open with chairs doesn't really cut the mustard. Right, time to wind down for the day. I'm really not a screaming mass of productive awesomenss right now.