tell me why I don't like Mondays

Somehow I managed to score the only bed in the house last night. Sal slept on the floor in the lounge with Harry in her crib, I slept in Alex's bed and Alex slept on her little fold-out lounge on the floor of her bedroom. Turned out to be a good plan; Harry woke up to fed pretty much to schedule, I got a decent enough sleep and Alex was still spark out when I got up to take Rowlf for his morning walk.

Dog walked I said my bye-byes to the family who were of to a relatives house, what with Kylie coming back to her place. I put on the running gear and headed towards the City. For a change my left little toe felt OK, but I have since put that down to wearing sandals when walking Rowlf; the cold must have dulled the feeling. But feeling quite good I made it to the City early enough to do a bit around the foreshore before heading up through the Botanical Gardens, across the city and to the office. I stopped to take a picture of some fruit bats in the gardens. I thought there had been attempts to get rid of these residents. Some sort of acoustic-doo-dad. If there was it looks like it didn't work out too well. First run of the day done, a couple of hundred metres short of 14km.


The second trot was out to the Anzac Bridge and back at late-lunchtime. This time the toe did play up a bit and that was a bit worrying. The run was OK, but heading home the toe was really playing up. I'm also getting an ache in the outside of my left shin, which suggests my gait is a little off. Not happy about that. But there is no running until about 06:30 tomorrow morning, and that is a break of about 15hrs. Hopefully that's enough.

I'm getting proper pissed-off with my toe.

In other news, we've had an offer accepted on a house we want to buy. Which is all a bit exciting. Now we just need to flog our place and get the money to buy it - anyone wanna buy a house?