And so it came to pass on the sixteenth day of the third month, in the year of our lord 2013, that a man was dressed mostly in lycra ventured once more into the icy tundra of ampthill, for what can only be described as a massive running based fail.
’tis true, I tried to go for a run on Saturday. After 1 minute and 54 seconds I aborted because my knee was hurting each time my right foot struck the ground. Oh well. In other news, family Abbott had a lovely day in London visiting the Natural History museum with our chums Matt, Jen and baby Ben.