Today was London Marathon day which means sore feet, burnt faces, tired muscles and some serious SOS pampering required. I wasn't even running the race today, but I feel knackered and in need of a good soak before I can be prepared for the week ahead. I dread to think of those absolute stars who actually dragged themselves around 26 miles of track, sweating and blistering all over the shop. So whether you ran the race or simply cheered on the sidelines, treat yourself to some Sunday night love... come Monday morning you'll be refreshed and prepared for another five days of the daily grind.
Here's to another five days of work, work, work. Same time, same place next week?