We’re watching the Comrades Marathon out on the road again tomorrow, I announce. My house is infested with five know-it-alls. We’ll get up at about 5.30 and be there by 6 (the route is about 600m up the road and we like to watch the ‘up’ run if we’re home).
Aaw, Dad, can’t we watch on TV? It’s much better graphics, says the lazy one.
Here comes the sun . .
It’s light now – helicopters are up. My five cheer every runner.
They loved it.