As I write this, I’m on the final stages of the journey back
to Merthyr. Didn’t sleep last night till 4am, and was up at 6.30 this morning
for a day of conferencing. Yippee Skippy. I was out at a hotel, and the
damnable temptation of the Hotel Buffet made its presence felt. Had cereal, and
then for some reason, scrambled egg, beans, sausage and toast. Then popped to
Starbucks for a de-caff third breakfast. Lunch was a self-judged and small
scoopful of lasagne, and dinner was a chicken and mushroom pasty of unerring
miserableness and scalding heat that simply dared you to get through it.
Home tonight just before midnight. Then away from home again
tomorrow afternoon – d and I are taking a few days away together. Another
hotel, but this time with a huge swathe of countryside in which to go
mercilessly yomping, to burn calories and make us deserve our dinner. Of course, as we don’t come back till
Saturday, it proves the benefit of re-establishing the weigh-in on a Tuesday.
Feel big and bloated at the moment, but let’s see what happens when I get back
on the bike tomorrow, or after a couple of days let loose in the countryside.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have important snoring to do.
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