Auntie Paula - wait for me! by Vallinnapod

...still, the letters from Macmillan for my running vest arrived today. At least I can now worry about ironing on my 'N's the right way round (I'm not that stupid but they are in some sort of curly font so it does matter). If I do get it wrong, I'll be easier to spot. Takes me back to the time when I could spell my middle name and ended up with a Fymo door placque with "Lousie" on it.....come the 14th I may try and find it and wear it round my neck.

On a bit of a worrying note I am not feeling too swish. Getting poorly wasn't really something I had planned for. Injury - yep. Lack of training - naturally, but a bit of a cold didn't really register. I woke up this morning feeling hungover - which is unfair after my excessive 2 glasses of tap water over dinner last night. Hate taking medicine but may relent and visit Boots.

Oh, and the heel to my shoe fell off on the way to work this morning - probably a sign I should have gone to the gym!