A crisp January Sunday and not a care in the world except football, eating, lesson planning and resting. I did go for a big muddy run and arrived home with great bit glops of mud hanging off my legs. Cross country running at its best.
Trisha came to visit and we had a leisurely stroll into town. She grew up in Arlesford just up the road so knows Winchester well. We made use of the grown up living room and sat chatting, drinking tea and reading the Sunday papers. I marked some books.
