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01.26 – 02.01

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Life

I can’t believe my baby girl is three years old. And I can’t believe this is how old Ηη was when she was born. It’s all blowing my tiny mind.

Gabriella and her mamas came over from Spain for a short visit. I was working so they took Ηη out to the playground after school. I took his bag back home with me, but only then it occurred to me that I’d deprived them of his sadly-still-all-too-necessary spare pants. Of course he shat himself on their watch. It must have felt like they’d never been away. It doesn’t sound like they’re having a particularly brilliant time in Spain and it was all I could do not to beg them to come back. I think they recognise that it is still early days and things will hopefully get easier. I hope they do, but it made me realise that I miss them a lot. Ηη and Gabi seemed to pick straight back up where they’d left off which was really nice to see.

We went to Bev for Αα’s birthday weekend. It was an orgy of unicorns, baby dollies, pizza, and cake, all expertly orchestrated by Aunty Em. The party bag bar has been reset to an all-time high.

Ηη continues to find novel and diverse methods of bleeding the joy out of any situation, but when he wasn’t doing that the cousins had a blast.

The K & K situation continues to be an elephant in the room. And now Jim and Ange are spending less time in Scotland and increasing amounts of time in said room, I can’t help but feel like it’s only a matter of time before something blows up. I don’t want to be around when it does, but it definitely feels like a shake-up is necessary to move the plot forward.

Em and Tom seem fairly close to breaking point. Hopefully Jim and Ange being about a bit more will take some of the weight off.

We’d accidentally booked trains back to London for the wrong day and by the time we figured it out the only ones available on the right day were at fairly antisocial times for children that are usually in bed by 8. I’m publishing this before the journey, but I can only assume it’s going to be a nightmare.

Glad to have seen off January at last. A total arsehole of a month.

Running

Got it all done, including a very muddy 20-miler on Sunday – the first time I’ve gone that long in a couple of years I think, and I was reasonably ok by the end. My right foot continues to worry me a bit, but on the plus side I don’t think it has got any worse since last week.

• Tuesday: Heathside tempo – 9.65mi at 7:44/mi
• Wednesday: Easy 70' – 8.10mi at 8:37/mi
• Thursday: Hills – 6.67mi at 8:10/mi
• Saturday: Easy 60' – 6.20mi at 9:28/mi
• Sunday: LSR – 20.25mi at 7:22/mi