There's nothing like a pre-storm run to dust off the cobwebs after a testing week slaving over a hot keyboard. So off Mfam trotted, Solveig's 'Jealousy' boosting through her headphones and Blues Busters strapped to her plates of meat. The local countryside has burst into spring, and running through the fields of poppies and vineyards was nothing short of euphoric.
Or it was until I hit the last stretch home, a lane used by the locals for a perfunctory nod at exercise for the sake of their conscience before heading home and hitting the Pastis, peanuts, saucisson and crisps in front of the news.
Tonight, they seem to have all ganged up on me, and pensioners, dog-walkers and parents of toddlers and young children all joined in to provide me with an impromptu obstacle course over the last kilometre of countryside.
I zig-zagged through tutting line-ups of old ladies (they spread all the way across the lane then wave their bunches of wilting poppies at you, as if you're the one at fault), leapt over extendable leads that presumably had dogs attached to them somewhere in the distance, and made emergency stops as road-rage toddlers bombed out of field gateways on their tricycles. My all-time favourite, however, was the scowling little boy licking the dual carriageway of fluorescent snot from his upper lip and waving a big stick at me. I bet he's going to join a French union when he grows up.
What are your favourites?