We're going well at the moment, that's for sure. But what we were thinking about is having an eyeballs-out, "let's embarass Roger" dash to the feed stop, followed by a leisurely eight cups of tea and a couple of plates of stodge.
By which time, Team Slow and Team Redintheface will have caught us up and we can tow you all to the seaside for breakfast. How does that sound?
The only sadness is that because we're racing the following weekend, it's no Astana Beans for us. There's a chance that we might get tested and we'll light up the drugs test computer like Oxford Street at Christmas if we're muching the good Herr Doktor's sweeties all the way to Dunwich...
