Routine

I never realised it but I am a creature of habit, routine, not obsessive but I certainly feel uncomfortable when things are not quite how they should be. An example was tonight when I found my running backpack was empty of all its usual items that I like to carry on the trail. Just before our Belgian break I had emptied it as I was thinking I could use it as a day bag but chose better of it.

I have been tramping about for the past hour looking for my kit which I had put in a plastic bag in the dining room but noticed it was moved to a more preferred location my the delectable Mrs S who couldn't remember the current location that she preferred for my kit.

Now found, I feel happier that it is now packed safe and ready for the morning. So what is it I carry I hear you shout:

• First Aid Kit
• Mobile phone
• 2 x Gels
• Spare bandanna
• Map & Compass
• Whistle
• Light stick
• Mini-torch
•  Toilet tissue

Anyway, all packed now and I am really looking forward to a run on the North Downs with Liz, Bhundu and Michael