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So today I returned to the gym for the first time in a fortnight. I have good excuses - plenty of them. I had a bad cold, and you shouldn’t work out when you’ve got a cold. Then I was cat sitting, which added half an hour onto my journey to the station in the morning.

It felt good to be back, though. I’ve not enjoyed the gym since my HipZip was stolen from the back of my car. With it went my music, and running without something loud in your ears is far more difficult, slightly unpleasant and, to be honest, more than just a little bit boring.

I guess it would be better on a real road and not a treadmill.

But today I worked out with Morten Harket. Well, kind of. I’m playing with a dinky new MP3 gadget and it certainly helps the k’s fly by. The first time I noticed the clock I’d been running 25 minutes and now my legs are jelly. I’ve already walked into two doorframes.

Perhaps that was a bit much for kicking off the first time back in a fortnight.

I’ll suffer tomorrow.

Hmmm…

Called dad and chatted about the floods where he lives. Two of his holidaymakers had to be rescued from the roof of their hotel by helicopter, and his flat has flood stains on the ceiling of all places. Sounds like Britain got off quite lightly.

A rather rough-looking postman delivered my Eurostar tickets this morning. Need to get my internal travel sorted. The Lonely Planet has dire warnings about using the trains at night. Tales of knock-out gas being sprayed through vents in the carriage doors and passengers waking up several hours later to find their bags gone.

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