Whatever that means
He’s getting more exposure than he deserves. But he’s convenient and stays still if he thinks you’ll feed him.
Busy day, with a masterclass in bullshit. I mean, diagnosing a potential clients’ requirements. Masterly stuff.
Nice cold run with Greg. Any thought that my legs were getting used to not having a rest quickly disappeared although yesterday’s dinner of two Bourbon Creams and a Hob Nob might have played a part.
This effin thing doesn’t read EXIF any more.
Bike fitted with its spiky boots for tomorrow. There’s big hills to be rolled down and climbed and unlikely that the estate will be gritted.