After ordering our meals at the pub run last night, I popped for the obligatory comfort break. Unfortunately whilst in there one of the head torches fell out of my pocket, on making contact with the floor it scattered in to various pieces. I gathered them up only to find the back was missing. Yes that’s right I had the front, three batteries, but no back. On my hands and knees I checked the cubicle for the missing segment. Yes I even checked the toilet bowl! It was nowhere to be seen. Feeling a little like I was in an episode of Jonathan Creek I abandoned my search and went out for a cold run with one head torch, cursing the mysterious demise of the head torch.
It is no mystery however where the missing part of this chocolate went
6:30 am- 3 mile run round the houses in the village, dull, dark, cold, but done.