So ... What Now?

[Sweder]

Well, as you're asking ...
It turns out I'm more Jefferey Acher than Joffra Archer.
Barreling in to fire yet another missile a whisker outside off stump I planted my left foot into the ground only to hear and feel a large stack of dried twigs give way with a sickening crunch. Turns out that was what was left of the meniscus in my left knee. I'm now in a Poundshop Robocop outfit for a few weeks to allow the bruised bone chance to heal before the medics go in.

This has scuppered more than my Moyleman 2020 chances. Things are falling apart. My goal now is to still fit through the door of my house after Christmas, a far from done deal as Duncan will attest.

I've no plans to get running again anytime soon. To do so would be straight out of the Walter Mitty playbook.
But I'm fully committed to working for others to do so; the Moyleman remains a key part of the near future.