Twirly
For some reason my brain keeps thinking I only need 5-6 hours sleep; my body strongly refutes this claim. Anyway, 6am saw me awake with a decidedly dippy tummy which really prevented any going back to sleep. As a result I’m up, dressed, breakfasted and now in the gym where I join you from a recumbent cycling machine 5 minutes into my last excercise. Let me tell you, blogging while peddling isn’t as easy as it sounds. Was hoping to get a swim in but i don’t think that’s a good idea given this mornings ailement.
Anyhoos, today see me luncheoning again (such a tough life), noodling round Oxford Street and Camdan, going to physio and playing pool. Should be a fun day.
Right: 7 more kilometres and I’m done. 
