August 29th, 2018

​It was forecasted to be a balmy summer’s day. The river Thames was pink with a spectacular sunrise today. I returned from my run at 8am. The forecast proved right, it was a glorious day! I suddenly smelt something burning. I rushed into the kitchen. I had overcooked the eggs and bacon I was going to eat for breakfast! I sprinted upstairs to get the fire blanket. On the way back down the stairs, I tripped, and heard a terrifying crack coming from my leg. It was broken.  Guess I won’t be running the marathon this year after all.