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With Valentines’ Day just past I’ve been thinking a lot about marital duty. Sophie and I have only been married for almost sixteen months, but I don’t think this is one of those subjects that only those with a letter from the Queen should discuss. Rather it is a discussion that I think everybody should get involved in. What does marital duty mean to you? Is it putting your significant other first? Is it making sacrifices for your husband/wife? Is it, simply, being faithful? For me, marital duty is putting yourself in your partner’s situation, and doing what you feel is the right thing . It’s seeing them as an extension of yourself – hurting them hurts you, helping them helps you – and approaching everything with that in mind; you’re no longer just a ‘you’, you are now a ‘we’. I can hear the cries of cry claustrophobia – what of independence? Aren’t I still my own person? Of course you are. Don’t ever lose sight of your individuality and the importance of doing your own thi

When Matt mentioned he was going to Marrakech to race a half marathon something clicked. It might have been my dodgy ankle, but I also had an idea: why not run it with him, and take Sophie along for the adventure? Day One - Le Grand Départ Nothing quite makes you feel like you're going on holiday like waking up at 2.45am. We arranged to meet Matt and Ollie in Crawley, where we'd try to cram as much luggage into our hold bag as possible. Fortunately this went well with no bananas harmed in the process. Our first transfer of the holiday came in the form of Ollie's mum, Sally, who had gone to start the car while we packed. A short journey in the dead of the night - what could possibly go wrong? So young, so naive. We piled into the car and were met with Sally fighting a losing cause against the dreaded windscreen fog (of war). Frantically pushing buttons, repeatedly claiming "it doesn't usually do this" and "it's usually just one button and