I decided that enough was simply enough, and hit the rowing machine when I got home …. way too many Full English Breakfasts, Devon Cream Teas and 4 course meals had left me feeling sluggish to say the least, and with the distinct impression that my waitband was rising to meet my bra – I know, I know – ACK!!
The mere fact that I struggled to strap myself into my wonderful rowing contraption, still deepend my belieft that that is where I should be heading most days – too long have I been living off the benefits of 2000 metres rowing before last year’s Edinburgh Festival.
I therefore made a modest start, and am now right royally knackered – no crafting for me, just pack a few orders and chill now I think (to contemplate just how much I will feel this tomorrow).