Although this will be a very brief entry, I can’t neglect to thank the several people who have already donated to the charity I’m hoping to run 13 miles for, following yesterday’s blog. With it being my sisters’ charity, it is a big thing for me. Thank you!
Now, I’ve often used this blog to complain of fatigue since KW was born, but tonight I am at a new level. Doing a show in a big room every night, raising a rather emotional tiny boy, and running regular 10ks all in parallel has left me feeling slightly worse than Hercules midway through his labours (say three down, but still a really tough couple to go).
I have been given the night off by my wife and parenting-boss Emily EVEN THOUGH SHE IS EQUALLY OR MORE TIRED and am off to a hotel where I shall sleep like a bastard. A bastard that’s just been chloroformed.
If you follow Emily on Twitter please rain praise upon her. She is a marvel.
There is another meaning to the title of this blog, which gives away the subject of tomorrow’s. If you like, you can have fun guessing it. Goodnight. Please comment in whispers so as not to wake Kit up.