Managed to fit in a 10k on the deserted (nearly) Heath on Monday afternoon - an odd mix of open country springy turf feeling, and crawling parks police vehicles.  Making sure we joggers and trees don't get unruly I guess. From there through Highgate, past Graham Chapman's old local,  The Angel. The plaque says the ex-Python "drank here often and copiously." On to the gym for a few more k at intervals, and stretching the dodgy left hamstring. It all took my mind off caffeine withdrawal. Have you had one of those headaches? Goodness. Next day weather warmed, took a short turn around the park in shorts to celebrate. Wrestled with iPods phones and all that, settling on the runner's real friend, the original shuffle with lanyard, recommended for comfort and great sound.