pinch punch

I’ve just had a jog. I pulled on leggings, odd socks, 11-year-old trainers and a fleece and went running through the dark London evening.

This, surely, is what growing up feels like?

That, and buying birthday cards to keep for future use rather than relying on last minute petrol station atrocities.

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