It’s the Great North Run on Sunday.

The whole family was looking forward to it; Darling Wifey was going to leave the Fellowship of the Snot with her parents and then spend the duration of the race hopping from viewpoint to viewpoint via the Geordie Metro system with Little Madam. They were going to take photos of my descent through pain, agony and despair and on towards South Shields.

And you thought that Dante’s journey into the Inferno was hellish.

However, Darling Wifey’s dad’s surgery has been brought forward to this weekend. This means that Darling Wifey has to stay here in York whilst I head North for a little jog in Pandemonium. A disappointment – but yet another example of getting your priorities right.