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Reacquainted myself with the gym. The last week of work was horrible, and I didn’t get to the gym at all, but a made myself feel better about it by promising I would go every day during the break. I haven’t, though. I went once on my first day off - two Fridays ago.

It was snowing outside, so I grabbed one of the running machines looking out through the big windows and watched it fall as I ran almost five kilometres. Very pleasant. I’d just ripped myself some fresh tracks for my MP3 player, too, which kept things entertaining.

I weighed myself on the way back to the changing room. In t-shirt and shorts, and without my shoes, I’m 62.5kg, so after all the excesses of Christmas I’ve still only put on 1.5kg over the last three years. I feel a bit better about not having been to the gym now. I thought I was piling on the pounds, especially when mum’s less accurate scales had me down as being 66kg.

Bumped into Nigel there. He tried to have a swim, but the pool was full of irritating kids, and while he retreated to the bar for a post-workout drink Paul and I walked into town to look at the sales.

I bought some books. Ottakars was doing two-for-a-tenner deals on a lot of titles so I bought the two volumes of John Simpson’s autobiography. I have plenty to read now, and loads of reasons to avoid reading The Two Towers until late on in the year. I have a Christmas deadline on that one, so I’ve finished it before the film comes out, so there’s plenty of time yet.

By the time we got back to the car it was almost four. The sun was sinking and a full moon had come up. It was extremely bright, and below it the sky was every shade of purple between red and blue. The cars were cold and needed the ice scraping off their windows.

Out to dinner at Graham and Roger’s. We only seem to see them once a year - traditionally at Christmas - and always with Trevor and Jon. The food was fantastic. Better than most restaurants. Rather unusual starter of cold leek and grated egg, which we all took to be cheese until we had it explained, and exotic dried fruits for desert, so we should all be regular if nothing else. They looked a bit like mushrooms and pickled onions.

We flopped around upstairs in the lounge for a good few hours after we’d finished, listening to the automated output on Chelmer FM, which is actually rather good out of hours. It kept flipping back and forth between modern stuff and tracks from the eighties, some of which we had surprising difficulty naming. Trevor and I have always been pretty good at that in the past.

Thought for the day: Harry Potter is great, but why would anyone spend

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