Barring a (very) minor miracle, my continuous run of imperial
and metric half centuries looks like grinding to a halt this month.
I'm currently hosting a humdinger of a cold (not
quite full on man flu, but bad enough) and I think I'd struggle to complete 5 miles, let alone 50. I was well and truly ready for a sit down after a walk to the shop for a paper this morning.
At least I've banked a couple of metric halves already this month, so I'm still in the challenge. And I've now got an excuse to crack open that bottle of Jura Mrs ND bought me, for purely medicinal reasons...
See - there is always a positive in there somewhere!