Rather delayed Parkrun report. It was to be the third but I really didn't feel up to it and only by remembering the same feeling about meeting Laura once again and the satisfaction of week whatever it was being completed did I push myself to get there. A plethora of skulls and scythes were present, plus a couple of inflated ghost suits, which must have been sweat boxes. On the run I found a number of mummies running with their children (and an occasional daddy) and their rate of progress acted as a pacemaker to my plodding. I had to complain to the odd one about walking faster than I could run but that was a useful diversion which helped me around the 3 laps making the 5k. But - I did it in 39: 49. It starts with a 3, not a 4! Pitiful I know to those who lapped me, it seemed, several times, but a whole 79 sec improvement means a lot to a plodder. And around 20 behind me, though it has to be said that some of them were the aforesaid mummies (I didn't count the children).