Every fibre in my legs — bum, thighs, knees, calves, ankles — protested this morning after my slightly-longer run, itself after two days off, ao the otherwise fine conditions resulted only in a 9:50 mile. Morning Office, fruit breakfast, some Legends, a leisurely walk to the Isis Farmhouse for lunch, the end of 2012, a delicious comfort-food potato salad dinner, and The King of Thieves.