24 Week

Ah...so that's a 24-hour bug, then...

So where are we? Screaming towards Tuesday, massively, ridiculously busy week, for all sorts of reasons, having abandoned the hope of getting to the four-stone mark by the time I turn 40, and not hugely bothered.

Today, having felt better and better throughout the day, got back on the bike for the first time in three days - did a standard ten miles, or 500 calories, and then thought sod it.

Oddly, this week, Tuesday is not the big kahuna it normally is. This week, Wednesday is taking its place, mainly because there's a Big Meeting in work that I have to attend, and wear the Master Suit for. Then Friday, I'll be back in the Master Suit for buggering off to Nottingham (another work thing). Saturday is 40-day, and, breaking with tradition, I'll probably post an additional official weigh-in result on that day...and then, we've made a decision that earlier this year I would have fought with every breath in my body - we're going to Merthyr for the night of my birthday. Since I was born around 7PM, that means I'll probably be back in my home town for the technical anniversary-of-the-birth moment. I'll probably milk all the pseudo-mystical symbolism I can out of that, because we'll be on a train the next day heading back to London.

So really, this doesn't feel like a week. It feels like a domino-parade of 24-hour blocks.

Here's to a spirited finger-flick...