We went to Brighton today to cheer on Miss Mottie in her first marathon. She was as nervous as hell, thinking she might not finish it but she did well, 4 hours 32 minutes but she said she started to feel sick around the 10km mark and that she’s never doing another one.
Our grandson made a banner for his Auntie and we caught up with her at the halfway mark where I gave her a banana and a couple of energy gels.
Dunno how she's feeling now but I’m knackered and aching just walking nearly 7 miles!
Today on the way back from the marathon, I taught my grandson how to make friends with pigeons. Just look at the horror and disgust on Mrs Motties face with regards to the "flying vermin".