Lurgi notwithstanding, decided to go walking this morning. Did five revolutions round the park lake with Ma. Coughed up half a lung, but felt all sorts of virtuous at the end of it. Decided, to quote Shakespeare, that "being crept in favour with myself, I shall maintain it..." and that I'd get on the bike today.
Once I'd done a shedload of day-job. And a bit of business. Annnnnd maybe a handful of choir stuff.
Just finished a handful of choir stuff about fifty seconds ago. Still have some business to do. So the cycling has been back-burnered for the day, leaving me just five revolutions of the lake to set against my calorific intake for the day.
So what's that been? Not too bad, all told. Weetabix breakfast, toast and beans and a little roast beef and gravy for dinner...apple...coffee...
Should be OK, Scooby-creeping-style. On to tomorrow, with more revolutions and hopefully, the cycling that got pushed out of today...
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