I woke up feeling rotten after the Press Club, and remembered that I’d arranged to go to Kate’s to help her plant some bulbs. Based on previous experience, gardening works wonders for a hangover. We put in gladioli, anemone, and a selection of wildflowers, hopefully bluebells and poppies, among others. I'm sure it'll look great.
I ran in my comabt trousers, and ended up going further than I thought in a time that was faster than I thought. The run through the woods at the bottom of Beech Road is lovely.
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