Run away and hide

You know that feeling when you wake up slightly hungover and then you suddenly remember something that happened the night before? And you shudder?
In a moment of drunken madness last night I agreed to run the London Marathon next year. Ted’s son Simon is planning to do it for charity and tried to rope everyone in to do it with him. After he’d been going on about it for three hours I said YES just to get him to shut up. He gave me a big hug and called me ‘brother’ and starting talking about training and how we can meet up three times a week to run around Norwich and how much fun it will be to see each other get fitter and how we can support each other through the hard times. When he first floated the idea I thought he was just lost in the emotion and excitement of the day itself, but he’s obviously been giving this a lot of thought and is determined to do it. All he needed was a victim that he could bully and trick into joining him so he didn’t have to suffer alone; and step forward stupid big-mouthed glutton-for-punishment Rory. 
I’m hoping he was so drunk he won’t remember. 

RC 14-4-14