We don't need sophistication,

We don't need no self-control,

Those dark black bin-bags in the storeroom,

Won't get tidy on their own.

Hey, GoodGym!

Treat them bags like stone.

All in all it's just another bag in the wall.

Tracey and I had a frosty run up to the warehouse, then got warm stacking the stock neatly and we had tea from the gang there too. It had warmed up nicely for the gentle run back to Alvaston Park, where the café was most welcome.