Last Sunday I ran 5k and cut 13 seconds of my last time - I have done it so few times I hesitate to call it a personal best yet, it is just the time I did it in last. I managed to get a couple of sore toes and decided not to run on Tuesday but to take an extra rest day Then we suddenly had to travel 300 miles to look at a house that came up for sale and that took up Wednesday and Thursday. Friday and Saturday I procrastinated some more and today is our 40th wedding anniversary but Mr Rosebery is still asleep and I am definitely going to go out today. Probably. Almost certainly. In a minute. Or two. Or maybe after another cup of tea. Anyway, I am posting here in order to make myself go out. I know I will enjoy it, at least when it's over!