At the time, thought I hadn't got close to my PB, because I thought it was 50 seconds faster, but this was ameliorated by meeting the lovely Claire, who had been kind enough to buy me a helium-filled dinosaur balloon, and, coincidentally enough, went to see Half Man Half Biscuit just before Christmas.
We went to the RA, had a bowl of soup, watched the New Year's Parade. I seem to like marching bands more than I anticipated. Possibly that's a bad thing, but who knows?
Oh, and had an evil scheme concocted over the festive break. I'm going to put some money in trust for my godson, but he only gets it once he's old enough if he can eat 5 lbs of cheese in a single sitting. (And only after that, will it be revealed that the Cushtie Fortune can only be spent upon more cheese) Pros? Cons?
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