Schadenfreude

It's beneath me, I know, but I admit to having had a huge guffaw at the 3,000 or so fell-runners who have had to give up the Original Mountain Marathon in Cumbria today because the weather was too severe.

'Serves you bleddy right' is pretty much my attitude. That'll teach all the smug, uber-fit obsessives to stay in bed on a Saturday and only venture forth for a decent cooked breakfast and the morning papers, like any sensible creature. Scampering around mountains, laden with tent, food and other proofs of an unhealthy interest in exercise is unnatural and as far as I am concerned, today's downpour is God trying to tell the loonies something.

I only hope the mountain rescue guys aren't damaged in any way getting this lot out of their self-inflicted problems, because they are by and large lovely chaps who share my opinion the weekend-fitness-hobbyists are entirely deranged. Leave the mad buggers on the mountains, boys, and come to Chateau Angevin to have some steamed pudding - you know it makes sense....