Charlie woke up at about 3.30am today. He started whimpering and urgently shouted ‘Mummy, Mummy, mummy!’ I leapt out of bed to see what the problem was. He was sitting in bed looking forlorn pointing at his leg, ‘Mine leg hurt’ he said pointing to a completely healed injury (a small graze) sustained last week.
After being so rudely awoken (he was up for quite a while) I was rather tired when I went for my run this morning. A mile or so in I passed a rather rotund (very large) individual with a fag hanging out of his mouth staggering up the hill puffing and panting who said to me in all sincerity, ‘I couldn’t do that’. No shit Sherlock.
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