Not Just His Glasses!

Anyone who has run with Mat (Shticklegs) will be aware of his propensity for losing his glasses. Well, this morning he didn't lose his glasses, but the rest of the crew lost his glasses ~ and Mat himself as well!

Soon after Hordern Stoops (after a brief stop to admire Paul Murray's allotment) as we headed for the Bomber Memorial, he decided that he had to be home early and he stuck of left on a route indicated by TF, back to the barn. We carried on to the Memorial, where we admired the view and refreshed ourselves, and then returned to base at a leisurely pace. On arrival we were a little surprised and not a little concerned to find Mat's car just where we (and he) had left it. It was already his due time for departure and JtE (frightened of what his sister would do to him if he'd lost her husband) was already picturing him lying concussed in a pool of blood, Mat that is, not John after Christina had finished with him.

Anyway, the beauty of not being able to decide quickly what to do, is that the problem is often resolved before a decision is made, and so it was. Mat duly appeared and we told him how worried we had been (but didn't say that we were worried about what Christina would do to JtE, rather than about Mat's fate). He explained that he had got back earlier than expected and jogged off for a couple of extra miles. This of course had made him late, so he might as well have stayed with the rest of us for the run in.

As they say (who are they?) all's well that ends well ~ not often said by folk who've spent time in an NHS hospital.

EtU