Spring forward, fall back

The clocks changed here this weekend so we have gone forward an hour and essentially lost one too. This was an hour we would have liked to have kept as we had a long lunch on Saturday with 12 grown ups, 4 kids and lots of wine, which ended late. Ben and Laura provided an incredible box of cheese, Gav and Bev brought a side dish, my new friend from work Naomi was on bread, Lara and Adam on Pavlova duty and I did a new take on my whole salmon dish stuffing it with limes and a coriander aioli. It was a lovely long lunch though it was interrupted half way through by our kitchen sink mixer tap bursting it banks and spraying water everywhere. We had to find the stopcock and switch off the water at the mains, much to our distress and the great amusement of our guests. We have had to keep it off as the plumber won't be here until the morning. Subsequently the dishwasher and washing machine are out of action, the washing basket is over flowing, the dishes are piling up and any time we need water we have to stand by the sink with cloths and containers to catch the deluge while we fill water bottles and the bath.
With wet weather during the whole long weekend we stayed indoors a fair bit, finally getting around to our prject of assembling Flo's big girl bed. Her cot is now packed away ready to go back to friends, her old baby sleeping bags are about to be put up for sale on ebay and her new bedroom looks lovely.
Inspired by Rick and Justin and my sister-in-law Helen, all long distance runners who have completed at least one marathon each, I am now on week 7 of my running training podcast and have been managing to run for 25 minutes. This might seem lame, but I HATE running. I've always loved the pool and my bike, but running challenges me greatly. I was chuffed to bits this morning making it 3/4 of the way around the Bay Run near our house. This week I have to run 28 minutes 3 times. Pray for me.