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Starting my 26th consecutive daily run of more than 3 miles (in this case, 9.2 miles) at the bottom of a steep hill was more challenging than any I have done since the wreck.  This would normally seem a pity, a shame even, but I caught my breath with a pint of 3B at the Curriers Arms and while my dignity may not have remained intact (those that know me well, this is a good place to catch your own breath after the hearty laugh at the miniscule scale to which I am applying this euphemism), I had a nice little rest whilst watching a riveting episode of Countdown with my host.  He is quite eager to try out Filthy Scrabble with his mates ( aversion I used to play in Atlanta years back wherein you get double points for any innuendo, triple for outright obscenities).  Try it at your next nerd party.