An excellent turnout on the volunteer front to support 46 enthusiastic junior runners this morning at a still muddy, and slightly misty, London Fields - but thankfully the rain stayed away. The slippery conditions underfoot didn't seem to trouble our first three finishers, who ran as a pack the whole way round, and only the finishing sprint down the home straight separated them by just a few seconds...exciting stuff. Lots of (slightly breathless) happy faces then followed them into the finish funnel, setting 9 PBs between them - great work.

Twelve first timers joined us this morning on what was our second biggest attendance of the year, and thankfully our team of 16 volunteers, which included GoodGymmers Rue, Hilary, Bea, Louise, Sarah, Chandrima and Nick, did a great job of ensuring everything ran smoothly for another week - thank you all.

Same time next week under the big tree for more fun at the Fields.

Not long after I arrived at Mr T's and we'd had our chat about the week, he got up from his chair, went to a shelf under his TV and produced one of those old style reel tape measures (last seen by me at a school athletics day). Only as he went to one end of his living room and gave me the other end to walk to the other wall did I understand he was keen to measure the dimensions of his living room carpet - once he's got some new curtains (work still in progress...), then I think the carpet may be next on his to do list.

Fortunately his food shopping list proved far more straightforward, didn't involve any bending down or shouting out numbers (in both imperial and metric...), and only required a visit to nearby Tesco and Lidl - helpful as it was pouring down outside, and I hadn't come prepared for the rain...and I was soon back (a little damper) with his trolley full of treasure for another week.

I guess it's a good sign that we spent more time having a chat across the kitchen table this morning than discussing the finer details of Mrs S's list - although she was keen to ensure I got a cheaper variant of Radicchio than last week, that cinnamon was good for me, and that the 2 baking potatoes must be of similar size. With routine comes familiarity, especially when she (again) described the porridge oats as the one with the Scotsman on the box...