What would old Ed do?

Diary of the last week.

7.15am

Sitting at the keyboard trying to get a speech finished.

It’s been a bit of a surprise to find the words taking their sweet time to appear on the screen for this thing.

Generally I come back from a break and the words just fly, but that ain’t happening this week.

Also, here it is Thursday and I still really haven't recounted anything about our walk…