Well I managed 5 miles.
Was probably not wise, my knees and feet are still hurting. My neck was bad too, I dressed several peoples feet and the odd positions I stuck it in are still causing me grief.
But the joints have told me not to worry, that they'll settle down.
So I've gone straight from that into nanowrimo and I'm up to 17,000 words already. It's spured me on to finally leave CF, to empty my blessings bank, tear up my character, symbolically say bye to all there. Lost so much!
So at the moment, I think I'm written out, I've done about 6,000 words today and my head, hands and fingers hurt!
So I'm on a break, listening to Lindisfarne and drinking coffee while the boys watch the rugby.
And I'm trying not to think about Monday or week Tuesday...
After no deaths for ten years, two in two weeks and two inquests in 8 days.
I think that neither will be pleasant, for me and certainly not for the families, wrapped in grief.
Rest in peace.