Bank holiday Monday. So no pressure to do anything. After a coffee in bed I get up and make myself a breakfast omelette before filling my drugs wallets for the next two weeks. I read for a while, one of my birthday present books that has sat patiently waiting for me to get to it. I really like David Mitchell and read his column in the Sunday Guardian from time to time so this book is a real pleasure. Its humour with an intelligent edge.

My partner and eldest daughter go off to view the remaining scarecrows in the village festival and I set to and hoover through the house and clear the kitchen. Having cleaned I read a bit more until its time to train. Before I do I check the hedgehog food. Its untouched from last night. I am concerned but there is little I can do other than be patient and wait. I go to the garage and set the rower up for 45 minutes at my lower resistance to get me started back into the routine of daily training. Its my first session since before going on holiday and it feels and effort to get into a rhythm. In the end it turns out to be a reasonable session for a first return one.

I record the session in my food and exercise diary and then read some more until the evening meal. I draft the blog against the backdrop of the Edinburgh Tattoo. The evening will drift until Tesco deliver and then I guess I will take my meds, read and head for bed. Tomorrow I hope I get responses to my conformation of a new seal ring and an answer as to how I join the Leicester Stanza of the Poetry Society so that I can enter the latest competition. Of course there is the office floor to repair.