games without frontiers
Kirsty Gallacher and Danny Foster at the Don Valley Stadium yesterday.
We'll it's been a miserable old Easter. The gloom has scarcely lifted and the Family Backroads has not ventured beyond the bounds of the village. The house buying process is stuck due to a porridge-like combination of the market being about to turn, crappy viewing weather and intransigent vendors who don't really seem arsed about selling... not to us anyway.
On the upside I resumed my running schedule last week following a period spent sorting out a knackered calf muscle. Yesterday I went for a scoot round the block and knackered said muscle again. It's me age.
At least there's a new New Order record to look forward to... plus another Kirsty to