Lazy

Lazy Saturday. With my radiation shift getting cancelled on Monday, I've taken the opportunity to take the day off, combined with midweek rest days that's a nice spell of not working I've got ahead. A nice day today for doing stuff, and therefore nothing at all. Think I'll wander into Hull by train later for the lunchtime session at the beer festival, then back to Grim in time for the fireworks which I've discovered take place at Waltham Windmill. This could be an expensive day travel wise and booze wise, but this weekend, it's worth it.

And a small celebration. The good news is, that according to the heart doc's, they can't find anything wrong with it (and they ruined my chest hair for that???). Got more tests, but it's looking like my current wheezyman living is something less serious, like a brain tumour. No, but seriously. Broncial's my fav'... brought on my work, or cat, or this unclean shitpit of a house that I'm seriously considering getting professional cleaners in to blitz. Lazy I know, but there's about two and half years worth of dry cat skin and spit, spilt beer fumes lurking deep in the carpet to do terrible things. Anyway, whatever it is, pretty certain now it's not the big pump so I'm going back to the gym next week, if only for weights and abdominals. My weight's dropped to seventeen stone for the first time in over two years, so that's good news and is there to be pushed further. Going to have to be a procurement of smaller trousers soon. Another small celebration. With an enormous amount of beer and kebabs. Hmmmm....