I'm having to wear a tee-shirt over my long sleeve top now. I can't believe how cold it is, or how sensitive I am to these single digit Celsius mornings.
Still got around the 5+km route, fairly comfortably. I keep trying to kick up the pace but I just don't seem to have anything. Is that really due to the fact that there's no fuel in the tank?
I only need to do one more run before another Sunday arvo long, slow, distance. I hope I can repeat last Sunday's efforts.
The creature visitors seem to have disappeared. There's been no noises up in the roof and the newspaper flag hasn't moved either. I guess Jack's poison attack has worked. I'll check with him to see if the bait is still being taken and also have a go at blocking the hole in the roof up this weekend. I hate ladders!
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