I’m sure many of you had a similar experience this morning
when the alarm went off at 6:30 or similar. Can it really be this dark/cold and
windy? Oh yes.
I was pleased that my train was only a couple of minutes late,
and reasonably quiet – the posh schools either had an inset or a late start.
Today is apparently Blue Monday - the most miserable of the year (copyright
all newspapers) as people face up to the never-ending bleakness of January and
being skint etc. I was actually quite looking forward to today – my first in
work since 20th December, so I've had the same holiday as most
school kids. And I feel much refreshed for it, but did feel that I was starting
to drift. Yes I was making it to the gym etc, but I probably got to diminishing
returns by about New Years Day. So this morning (I write this in a snatched early lunch-break) has been about trying to figure out what is urgent and what is
important, and how I should be spending my time over the next couple of weeks.
I have that horrible feeling that there is something really urgent that I
should be doing but haven’t remembered.
Oh well, it will probably occur to me this afternoon.
Elsewhere, I rather enjoyed Sherlock last night – my only
criticism after last week’s trains farce being that I wish Benedict could have
mimed playing the violin a bit better – using perhaps two strings and a little
hand movement. But a nice episode that wandered seemingly aimlessly, before
coalescing around a rather nifty plot. The programme was called “The Sign of Three”.
There is a Holmes short called “The Sign of Four” which I haven’t read for
years, but the name Sholto and killing at a (temporal) distance rang a bell –
not sure much else did, but correct me if I am wrong. (I have tried to write
this obscurely enough to avoid spoilers.)
And today is my first day of 5:2 dieting – after so many
friends and work colleagues have extolled it. I am skeptical (of course) – as much
of my willpower as anything else. I eat healthily anyway, but like Goldie the
Blue Peter dog, do not know when to stop.
I won’t be writing a blow-by-blow diet blog but will let you
know how it is (and I am) shaping up as we progress.
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