Ok. Technically I did not run Race for Life for #cancerresearch yesterday. However let’s just say I did. I mean, I meant to. I registered, got ready to leave the house, then noticed the cat limping around as if she’d just run the London marathon in the wrong size trainers. Damn. Quick trip to the vets, dose of anti-inflammatory (the cat, not me), and a ‘thank God I’ve just been paid’ moment later, and all was well. Except that I was late for Race for Life, and arrived as the first runners were coming through the finish line. Oh well. I just ran 5K on my own instead. Same difference. Still wore pink, which is the main thing.

The thing is, I’m not very good at science. And I don’t want to go back to university for most of the next decade. Also, I’m not that good at being nice to people. So that’s scientist, doctor and nurse all off the cards. But I’d like to do something for cancer research, seeing as they’ve done a fair bit for me over the last few months. What with saving my life and all. So, next best thing to being a world-class surgeon? Being a pretty average jogger, obviously. Race for Life done (sort of), sponsorship page set up, donations welcome!