Well, double brutalizing the muscles in the back of my legs may not have been the smartest plan ever. Fun though. Problem was I'm now limping around like I had a dose of cramp in each leg, and that's 24 hours after the foolishness so you can guess what yesterday was like! Wasn't the best of days at the fun factory anyway; general disorganised sack of crap, started at one, by two o clock I was hating it and I had seven hours to go. Dreadful day. Snapped the head of one of the underlings too; he's a character and can be a bit of a sod, but he overstepped the mark and got chewed for it.

Hmmm, I don't normally get like that. I'm drawing conclusions.

Got home at the rush, as 24 hour supermarkets can be arsey about selling beer after eleven, so made it to Tommy Esco's with minutes to spare. Saved 38 pence on my purchase of big Belgian falling down juice, as they'd incorrectly put an offer label on them when it wasn't appropriate. Yay. Small victory against the corporate culture. Every little helps. Interesting side effect of this general not eating, losing weight thing. It turns out I can't wind the enormous amounts of supermarket curry down my neck that I used to. Still got half in the fridge, waiting to be reclassified as dinner. Ah, that healthy bachelor existance! New toy's arrived, a little bit of retail therapy done; I'm going to sit and get it sorted for about half an hour, then take the day!