So I hear there are no more brownie points left in the whole of Wiltshire?

Well that's easy to explain. That'll be because I have just become entitled to every last brownie point in the area. And any that have wandered here by mistake. And a few spares that were handed over to make up the numbers from Somerset too.

The reason? You may have guessed the underlying rationale, but not have understood its true significance. For I have gone running. For a 12th straight day. And in the rain. Yes it was just a mile. But it was in the rain, do you not understand?

So I am now even more knackered than before I went. And I'm wet. And I can't come up with a single interesting thing to say about it apart from those two fundamental factors. But I went out, and I jogged, and that is surely enough on a cold damp dark January evening.