I really should go on holiday more often. I have been so productive this week, and it’s only Wednesday. Finished editing a section for the October issue this morning, and we’re only just closing August.
Did 4.6km on the running machine before half seven this morning, so started the day feeling quite righteous, even if it didn’t tell me how many calories I’d lost, then bumped into my neighbour on the stairs this evening and we realised we’d seen each other at the gym on Monday when I’d had my abortive attempt to get into the yoga class. I would say it’s a small world, but then Chelmsford is a small town, so it somewhat loses its potency.
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