I came upstairs to the office this morning to check the news for any discernible reason our house would be filled with the smell of smoke. (I can't find any.) Sitting here, I suddenly see dozens of legs passing by the window. A quick twist of the shutters confirmed it - a race, maybe. Definitely lots and lots of women - and a few children- running, trotting, walking down our street at a quarter to eight on Sunday morning. It lasted for ten minutes. Sitting here, I can hear the laughter, the chatter and the squeal of children chasing each other. It was lovely.
And it makes me feel a bit lazy sitting here waiting for the coffee to brew.
I feel a little sorry for the women who just went by, walking far at the back of the pack and just feet in front of the police escort.