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.

1. Tea with the midnight weatherman
   Hot again today, but the weather has broken. The sky has been covered in grey clouds, and now and then they have been spitting drops...
   
   
2. Pilates
   I feel very dreamy. I have legs somewhere, but I can't quite tell where, and my arms and swishy and light. I did my first...
   
   
3. Life resumes
   December is a bad month for journalising. I've done a tour of my links and several of them haven't updated since before Christmas, so I'm...