11th April. In With A Chance.

The Otter has been deliberately enjoying a couple of weeks of self-abuse just to rub my face in the fact that despite  "blah blah blah..." come tomorrow he'll still manage to beat me by whatever number of minutes.

I have, on the other hand, been following the Fink training plan to the letter and also ate an Avocado last week, which in my book, counts as a 'healthy' diet as part of a '5 -a-week' fresh fruit regimen.

I must say though I've never been quite right in the bowel department since a macaroni cheese on the Calmac Ardrossan to Brodick ferry about a month ago. 

Apart from that I've got everything going for me.

Losing tomorrow may be simply mental weakness or feeble-mindedness, if you like.