Well, today we went to the 9.30 service, for a number of reasons, none of which really warrant blogging. It was the start of a 10 week series on prayer. After church we watched the Great West Run for quite a while. Saw quite a few people we knew. After lunch Rosie and I went to Ludwell Valley Park on the outskirts of Exeter for a walk. We went back to her house, willfully ignoring my ban, and had a chocolate brownie.

When I got back home, Mike told me Hugh had collapsed on the run, and they're not sure it was dehydration yet. He's at the hospital. Sounds a bit bad. He must have collapsed pretty soon after we saw him, because he was about half way round his last lap then.

We were going to have a barbecue this evening, but as it's just me and Mike in, and the weather isn't thaaat good, we didn't bother. Not too sure what's happening this evening.