Making porridge ...
Dining room was full at 7am this morning. All runners. Had to share a table with a young swishy ponytailed runner. She was lovely! Didn't bat an eyelid as I took my bowl of soaked oats out of my backpack and mixed them with a bowl of hot milk I got from the coffee machine π We have a concern about how to get to the start. I asked her. She has the same concern, despite looking so outwardly calm and capable.
Rain currently blowing sideways. There'll be no view off the bridge if it stays like this.
Anyway, everyone has left already. Me? I'm in denial with a second cup of tea (I daresay I'll regret that later) ππ€·ββοΈπ«
Thanks for all the lovely comments yesterday. They're all coming with me this morning ππ₯°