Let's start off the fourth month of the year with scribblings that have something to do with: fourth.
Started a bunch of tomato seeds in the greenhouse this morning, then spent some time in the afternoon cleaning out and pruning our raspberry and blackberry bushes. Wasn't particularly warm, but that should come along shortly.
Lionel watched the medal ceremony from the shade of the grandstands, his uniform balled up in his fist. After a lifetime of training and sacrifices, it had come down to a tenth of a second.
What a vile, heartbreaking word. It meant no medal, no recognition. Just disappointment.
As the first place finisher's national anthem began to play, only one thought brought Lionel the tiniest shred of comfort.
It's still better than finishing second - you can't pass off silver as anything else. A bronze, on the other hand, can look like gold in the right light.
But that just reminded him he'd missed out on convincing college girls in poorly lit bars that he'd won Olympic gold. By a measly tenth of a second.