Bluey says five minutes done.
Bluey says ten minutes done.
Bluey says half way there.
Bluey says only ten minutes to go.
Bluey says only five minutes to go.
Bluey says - as I approach traffic - "Well done" - lorries and cars rattle past and I start to walk back to HQ.
BLUEY SAYS ONE MINUTE LATER - WELL DONE THATS THIRTY MINUTES. AARGH. The traffic made me stop a minute early! Anguish - much rending of garments.
Made it back to the post-run party and fell face first into the the coffee cake. (Looks as though someone started it too soon.)
Faithful Lieutenant poppypug (ents div) is there with the pinto, the fortifying Vimto and my trusty steed.
The anguish! I shall find no solace in Vimto this eve.