All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey It’s a while since I thumped the marathon tub. Let’s do it now. Taking the baton from the desperate lunge of the previous entry, I did manage to see the doc — eventually. He rang in sick first time round — a self-referential conundrum of the type I enjoy — but I persisted, despite the dial on the knee throbostat clicking back a few notches by the time I got there.… READ MORE.... …