... it will all be over.
Blood, sweat and tears are guaranteed.
That's if G has any blood left after doing blood tests every few minutes since he woke this morning ...
He's been fighting off a low sugar all day, terrified of over-compensating and ending up high.
Bloody diabetes.
I'm thinking of starting a support group for diabetic marathon runners and their partners.
It's a lethal combination, believe me.
Don't forget it's still not too late to sponsor him here and raise money for Refuge.
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I am getting up special early to bag a good seat in front of the telebox.
I shall be practising me
"Goooooooooooooooooooooo G" all night in the garden to achieve that 'nearly gonna lose my voice hysteria' for the morning.
Wishing G all the love and light I can muster, and some for your own sweet self.
You kept us awake all night with that shrieking noise! But thanks, sweetheart ...
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