Good weekend or what?

On Saturday I woke up full of cold, coughing like I had a 40-a-day habit and feeling very peaky.  I decided I’d had enough of this and went for a swim.  Followed by a short (4.5k) run with Freaky Running Dog.  As you do.  Kill or cure, and all that…

Apart from feeling desperately sluggish and running like a block of wood, it was ok.  Well, I survived, at least.  Freaky Running Dog is improving in the confidence stakes, although when I sent her up Mark’s Leap and ran on she didn’t follow.  Just stood and waited for a command.  I only realised half a kilometre later that she really, really wasn’t going to follow, and had to go back and get her.  Bless.  

When I woke up on Sunday I felt equally grotty again, so thought I'd persevere with the kill or cure treatment, so I swam again (full triathlon distance this time) then walked Freaky Running Dog very swiftly to the top of Rudry Common to meet up with the Melodeon Master and Rubbish Running Dog who is now very arthritic and had a lift in a car to get there...  

I'd love to report that afterwards I was bursting with energy and feeling truly tip-top, but instead I have to say that I nodded off on the sofa after lunch for a good hour.  Proper old person now.

And that's really it for the weekend.  Telly was good though.  Some sort of rugby match.

Wales 30.  England 3.  Just saying.

Nice picture at the stadium of Woodward, Guscott and Davies.

Can you guess which one's Welsh?