The festive overeating has begun.
I skived off work early to have a long and large pub lunch with a friend and then after waving her off, I drove home (only had one drink, promise!) to my dad's place and stuffed myself silly over the course of the evening. I'm just going to snaffle another home-made mince pie from the stash one of his neighbours gave him, before retiring to attempt to digest everything...
I consider today a good training day, warming up for the real challenge tomorrow.
