I slept like the proverbial log last night, and didn’t want to get out of bed when my wife’s alarm went off at 7.30am. I stayed snoozing (while my wife was busy downstairs making tea, coffee and nutriblasts) until 8.30am. I feel completely wrecked this morning – I ache all over, but my leg muscles are the worst. After cycling on the motorised exercise bike for an hour on Wednesday, all of the walking and stair climbing of yesterday really finished me off – little wonder that I was tending to drag my right foot a little by the time we got to Westminster.
I do little other than the statutory two dog walks today. I intended to clean the inside of my car, in preparation for driving my wife’s niece (and her friend) to the school prom tomorrow night, but all I can muster up the energy to do is to vacuum the floor mats while I’m vacuuming downstairs in the house – still, it doesn’t look too bad (given that it’s several months since I last cleaned the interior).
I publish a few photos (from yesterday) on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, bung a ready meal in the oven for when my wife gets home, and slump on the sofa next to the dog.