I’ve banged out 8 miles at an average 9:17 min/mile and sussed how to get the strava app to tell me the miles as I run, and how to get it to auto-pause (handy as I had a gel at 4 miles). It was grand running as the sun began to think about setting: such a lovely golden light.
I’ve taken my laptop to have its OS reinstalled (my profile corrupted. I have had my laptop for 9 years. I don’t want a new one), and hopefully get it to keep running for a few more years. I may have lost the Christmas Card spreadsheet in the process. I backed up everything else. With luck this will sort out its tendency to freeze and hiccup. LK got hungry just as I was booking it in, inhaled boob in the handy Mamas and Papas next door, fell asleep, then woke up in the lift. She has napped for a grand total of half an hour today.
I have bought a rather smashing silicone mat thingy with built in food catcher to take to Canada with LK next week (baby led weaning is a messy business, and I am slightly germ phobic when away from home. I feel that this mat thingy is an improvement on anti-bac wipes).
I have managed to have a sensible, grown-up conversation with N and sorted out most of the whinge. I also gave myself a firm talking to while on my run, on the subject of why I feel guilty asking N to look after LK. I think it boils down to my Mother (don’t so many things?!).