It was sunny! And warm! And not too windy! Ahem.
On Sunday I watched the London Marathon for the first time ever. Well, the first time in real life, obviously I've seen it on TV. We watched from Greenwich, by the 7 Mile marker...
The elite men. I realise that this photo is flipping awful, but I wanted to prove that I actually made it out of bed in time to see them. Trust me, it nearly didn't happen. Mo Farah is in there somewhere. 12 points if you can actually spot him. I can't.
And onto the most important part of the race... Rhino count! I saw 14. Here's five of them:
Before the race started, I did think that maybe watching the marathon would inspire me to run it, but it really didn't... Everyone looked exhausted, and we were only seven miles in. Running is officially not for me.
Aside from all the marathon-based fun, I'll always remember Sunday as 'the day when I saw a crow decapitate a dead pigeon and eat the head'. There's an image for you to savour...