Going for a run this morning was wonderful. Once I (eventually) plucked up the courage to head outside at about twenty-five past six, I found that the sky was clear, the moon was bright, the stars were twinkly, and it wasn't windy at all so there was no wind chill. Lovely. I had a great time. I found myself singing "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" by The Clash all the way round the village: Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble An' if I stay it will be double No doubt inspired by my initial lack of enthusiasm...