There is a struggle taking place in my household, a most strange struggle one of ownership, a dispute.
Some of my Dear Readers will be aware of my new training partner, Arthur, who is one of my constant companion in the house. Look around and somewhere Arthur will be nearby watching me, if he is not watching me he will often be found up a tree somewhere in the garden, yes Arthur is the family cat.
Arthur has a secret love
As my closest followers know, "Thursday Night is Monkey Feet Night" when I am seen running around the local track in my Monkey Feet which has come part of my regular routine for my training calendar. However, today I have had a horrifically stressful day such that I was about to resign and just walk away from my work with the intention of never returning. Never in all my time have I actually found myself at the sharp end of a 6' 4" 17 stone bully trying to intimidate me in the office. Little did this guy know that I bow to know one and was not cowed to his name calling.
Moral of the story: Choose your battles wisely

I feel you may have done an injustice to Arthur by taking the monkey feet, he should therefore get first refusal tonight! Track night or not
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