So that’s it. No more frisking about in a jittery manner at the starting gates waiting for the pistol: I’m hurtling round the race track, ready to face Becher’s Brook and the water jump and whatever else is in store.
Cycle 1, Day 1.
Nothing much to report, but I did promise you a photo of my stash, so here goes. This should just about do me for the next three weeks:
Now, I guess after all that proscrastination I really ought to start taking some of them…
Helga the Drugs Mule