So, lets get serious . . .

On Sunday there will be 16 weeks until the marathon - that really isn't long enough. We haven't managed to get out over the last few days and my anxiety is increasing with the arrival of each guest because I can guarantee their opening line these days is always to tell me how many runners they saw on the way to our house. I've not been out for days but it appears the streets are crammed full of runners!.

My other worry is the huge amount we need to raise in a little more than the 16 weeks. It's a full time job in itself and I already have one of those. I was a bit concerned because I vaguely remember on Christmas day striking a 'wine induced' deal with my sister which involved 'wing walking' but after a quick browse of the internet it seems you can't raise money for charity by wing walking because it is deemed to be a 'display activity' and not a 'sport' . . . . . . thank the lord!!!!

My dad, bless his heart has offered to have his head shaved but my mum has put her foot down - but it gives you some idea of the level of my desperation.

My e-book is still not selling, I just don't know how to get it out there, it's so hard when you don't have friends in influential places . . . well, you don't have that many friends influential or otherwise!!!!.

It's half passed 4 now and dark but I have a sudden urge to get on with something, I won't run in the dark, the machine is in the shed and the fires alight so lounge loping is out of the question - maybe I'll just have one more glass of wine and get out tomorrow.