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I did 115 sit-ups in the gym this morning, which was probably just as well, as Wendy and I went to Marks and Spencer at lunchtime for what we thought looked like healthy salads but turned out be 20% fat - 72g of fat in a 360g pasta salad. I abstained from chocolate for the rest of the day to try and get some dietary balance (and so as not to affect my balance on the scales too much, either). I felt like I’d just drunk a bottle of undiluted sunflower oil by the end of it.
The rest of the day was pretty hectic. Loads of proofs needed reading and signing off because we’re right at the end of the issue. Mostly news and reviews.
I had three direct hits with the guests for the show first thing, though, which is good. Perhaps leaving everything until Wednesday morning is the way to do it - it paid off last time. So, link-embedding people, an ECTS report and a data recovery thingie a bit like those people who you ring up when you’ve lost your credit cards for tomorrow evening, plus Roger Gann doing the news, which should be fun. He’s always very amusing.
Popped home before returning to mum’s, just to check on my plants (the lemon basil was wilting) and pick up my mail (bank statement and a bill, so nothing of any great excitement. When I got back here, though, the cat was wailing at the front door, and she was very purry when I got in. I think she’s lonely - she’s not used to being left on her own all day. In fact, she was more interested in tickles and strokes than going out which, for a cat that seems to spent two thirds of its life outside and has a tendency to snap and hiss when you touch its stomach, is quite something.
I did some work and called LBC Rob to warn him I was on a different number for the breakfast show trail tomorrow, and then the two of us spent what was left of the evening reading on the rug in front of the fire.
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