I
knew from early on that there was at least one piece missing; a creamy yellow
piece of flesh would have stood out like a sore thumb among a box full of
blacks. What the heck, I ploughed on. The only way to solve the black areas was
to sort the pieces into shape-types thereby reducing the number of unnecessary
'tries'.
As
usual the snowball effect came into play and the final hundred pieces slotted in
quickly. I offered Maisie the honour of inserting the final piece which she did
although pointed out there was still one more to go! I explained a previous
owner had been less than diligent when returning the broken down puzzle to its
box; leaving the missing piece probably with the dust bunnies under someone's
couch.
Today was my last long run before the marathon on 14th October, twelve miles
in two hours exactly. Seventeen Celsius at 6:30am, soft drizzle and one hundred per cent humidity all conspired
to make it a tough run. For the next two weeks I'll only be running half a dozen
five and six milers to let my muscles heal and rebuild.
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