Ignoring my complaining quads, I jogged my usual Thames-side river run at lunchtime (I say "usual" - I haven't done it for months) and was pleasantly surprised. I was VERY slow - it was like running with tree trunks instead of legs - but my lung-function isn't as impaired by smoking as I'd feared.
There was no bagpiper on Westminster Bridge, despite the presence of a gaggle of tourists. Perhaps it was too cold. Or perhaps he's retired since I last ran across it. That's quite possible - it was that long ago.
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