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02.23 – 03.01
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Sun Mar 01 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
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2026-03-04T16:40:37Z
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Life

Ηη got what sounds like it’s probably croup on Friday. He was pretty scared. And to be fair it’s not like we weren’t not scared either – it sounded pretty horrific. Apparently getting stressed about it makes it worse, but there was no hope of us conveying that to him at 2am. Αα (not wanting to be upstaged) also started wailing and the only acceptable outcome to calm everyone down was for Σσ (also still quite unwell) to sleep on their floor. Things haven’t really improved since then and every night is a game of musical beds with various humans coughing in each other’s faces. Somehow I’ve managed to avoid getting fully dragged down, but it feels fairly inevitable.

I took Ηη to Rowan’s bowling alley for a party on Saturday (amazingly/fortunately my only visit in the decade we’ve lived in Finsbo). Early signs were that he was going to torpedo the joy out of it (as per), but ultimately he managed to have a largely nice time. I successfully evacuated him before he lost his mind in the hyper-stimulation of the flashing lights and farts of the arcade.

Sarah and her family came to visit on Sunday. They’re so good. I was worried that we hadn’t organised anything for the kids to do, but they all just got on bollocking about and having fun.

I got a pre-race buzz-cut at the barbers (after checking with Σσ that it would be ok). It’s a bit confrontational, and surprising quite how much colder everything feels, but I think I’m into it. Probably going to have to buy some clippers to keep it in check.

Solicitors continue to be a black box so we’re no closer to being allowed to start our building work. But the daffodils are out and the pigeons are getting it on. The weather is even threatening to be a bit nice from time to time. There is hope.

Reading

Running

The assortment of family ailments and sleep deprivation couldn’t be characterised as particularly good preparation for a half marathon, so I set off for the Olympic Park on Sunday morning feeling a bit worse for wear and trying to keep my expectations low. I also had to remind myself that there’s every chance that it will be just as bad if not worse before the whole marathon, so I guess it’s all good training. My legs felt pretty rough from the off, but I realised that I wasn’t going into the red and I was maintaining the pace I was aiming for. It was windier and more undulating than I’d have liked, and the course was uninspiring so I was pretty chuffed with my new PB of 1:20:04.

This week’s running injury is a dodgy big toe on my left foot.