Today's run was an emotional little number. Rugby-boy's bestie arrived at the airport yesterday for a week's stay, and this morning we were all up at six-thirty to get out for a run. RBB, aka Road Runner, is a pro - when I say 'pro', this 15-year-old runs a sub-three minute km. He slowed down today to accommodate Rugby-boys "slow" pace, and they disappeared into the horizon, side by side. Thirteen years ago they met on the landing separating their two abodes, and they have been inseparable ever since. Their friendship has been strengthened by the distance since we moved 800km to the South five years ago. The beauty of it all rose up in my throat and got tangled up with the feeling of happiness from being healthy and running in such beautiful scenery, and that was it... I didn't just have a lump in my throat, I felt like I'd tried to swallow my trainers. On arrival at the end of my run, Kermit announced 5.08 km in 32.28 minutes. We're getting there! Count those blessings, guys. We always tend to see what we don't have rather than concentrate on the fantastic stuff we take for granted every day.