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A dreadful day, in Disappearing terms, of which I find it impossible to regret a moment.

We slept in today, refusing to traipse out and do the swim-gym thing. That means we'll have to add another week to out 16 week trial...think this brings us to 18 weeks. We'll deal.

Figured I could always do some biking...but, as it turns out, simply haven't.

Ended up upgrading a phone, to something altogether Smarter which I can use as the Business Phone. Except, being a Smartphone, it's had to have all sorts of Stuff added to it. And then, because I'm a human being, it had to have lots of Other Stuff added to it, which I could then hardly get away without trying...and trying...and trying some more...

In particular, there's a ghastly exposure of how crapulent I've always been at art zinging its way around the world even as I speak, thanks to the insidiously addictive Draw Something app...

It's really the first time I've ever been sure of downloading an 'app' at all, and I fear I rather let the delight of downloading get the better of me. To the extent that it's now hurtling towards midnight, I've done buggerall in the way of biking, and had to be dragged away from the phone in order to write this blog...

All in all, this week started well, descended into a little chaos, and then bimbled to a gorgeously happy but probably disastrously Disappearing finale. Let's see what Tuesday brings. I'm braced for bad, but not entirely prepared to admit the truth is as bad as the Nazi Scales yesterday told me it was. They told me, in fact, that I'd gained around 9 pounds over the space of two days. I mentioned this to Ma today as we went on a brief walk.
"Battery," she diagnosed. "Mine start giving me doolally results when the battery starts going..."

Sweet, of course, that she'd immediately leap to the defence of my 'goodness' on weeks that have been, at best, half-good, but maybe, just maybe, there's something in it.

Battery, riiight. Wonder what powers the Nazis...