Ah - haven't been here for a while. Funny little stories about forgetfulness off the T3 - that wasn't going hypo. Paralysed by panic in the middle of the street because I'd just locked myself out of the house and couldn't think what to do about it (apart from lie in the road and cry) - that was going hypo. Flopping about too knackered to do anything very much but fed up about it - that was going hypo. Crying over the plight of Stella in Eastenders.... - no it's OK that didn't really happen! It's taken longer to get over than I thought it would, and I went back to work too early. And basically I just couldn't be arsed logging into this and trying to write something.
Anyway - the T3 has kicked back in and I'm trying to get fit again for a marathon - and slightly foolhardy - trekking holiday in the Atlas mountains. This week I have been cycling to work. I am hoping that my legs will stop aching from it next week. The holiday doesn't have the opt out of getting on the jeep on account of the fact that all the portering is being done by mules, so it's walk or nothing. I should be fit by the end of it, if not the start.
As a little political aside - Victory to the Postal Workers! who have just come out on strike this evening. Good luck to you all.
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