We all went to watch the Easterby Marathon runners as they straggled through Farnshaw at ten or so, the leader clear on his own followed by a handful of runners, then bigger bobbing groups which took minutes to pass, then ordinary inept joggers half walking in the rear. Robert was enthusiastic and half vowed to enter it next year. Dad almost hinted at it too.
We had a drink in a pub and walked back home in a steady downpour.
Robert and Carol left mid-afternoon. Mum and Dad went to Heber and I stayed home to ‘work.’ Ha ha ha. So calm, a fortnight now. . . .
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