Had a really bad night with Gracie in our bed more than she was out of it. I ended up top-to-tailing with her and Jo and waking up with G’s feet in my knackers.
Other things – I can’t actually remember what – escalated, and I grabbed shoes and running kit and headed off early doors leaving Jo to do breakfast and things (thanks!).
Top of the hill, and back via the little freeride chute that I fell off on on my birthday (on my bike). Then back down, below the cliff, down the steps and home. 40mins. Nice.
Went to Bradford this afternoon for sweetcorn and Primark. Bath leaking. Fixed (ish).
Q: If my dad is a joiner, why is the side of my bath not finished after 5 years?